Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) – He pressed the ring into her hand. “A blue topaz,” he said. “Because I want the blue to always remind you of my eyes.” You son of a bitch, she thought. “Thank you, darling,” she said. So began the seventeenth year of theirContinue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) – – I – Across the road from the house he had built with his own hands which had five bullets embedded in its bedroom ceiling, was the pond, manmade and stocked with fish, but more often used as a swimming hole – especiallyContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – He hefted the wine bag and held the back door open while she carried the groceries into the kitchen. He followed her in and put the bottles in the rack. “You fixing the chicken?” she asked. “Only if you don’t want to.” “Then will youContinue Reading
Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) – “The sound of frying meat and the truth–them’s two things you never heard in that holler.” Her cousin Gordie’s comment took her back. God, how it took her back. In Spokes Funeral Home viewing room, semi-strangers drifted by, murmured to her, “GoodContinue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) — I — Summertimes, my daddy’s uncle John sat in a black coat and hat on the high front porch in his house beside the creek, legs crossed, scrutinizing the world with distant eyes as it moved up and down the road beforeContinue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) ~~ Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. By Louise Bogan ~~ — I — Her skin, like paper that has been folded many times and carried in someone’s pocket likeContinue Reading
Written by Dave Rowe – It took two beers but finally George got his courage up to speak to Tanya, the deeply cleavaged, dark-eyed beauty behind the bar at Max’s. Finally, following a throat-clearing, it came – “So I understand you guys are gonna have music tomorrow night.” “That’s right,”Continue Reading
Written by Nevada McPherson – A faded red pick-up truck rolls into a trailer park, heading toward a single wide trailer with a rickety deck surrounded by lawn ornaments: flamingos, gnomes, and butterflies. Lila parks the truck and gets out. In her late-thirties, she looks and dresses like a woman withContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – The cars of serious buyers and treasure hunters, speculators and the idly curious, inundate the neighborhood. The tree-lined streets are ablaze with orange and red and gold, redolent of football and bonfires, hinting of winter. By 6:30, people are knocking on the door at 136 MaplewoodContinue Reading
