Monthly Archives: June 2016

Field Fire, fiction by Paul Heatley

Bob­by woke in his truck, the rim of his hat pulled low to cov­er his eyes. Ris­ing sun­light hit him full in the face when he lift­ed it. He winced, blinked until he could han­dle it, then reached for the … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Master Plan, by Michael Chin

Some­times after I lift weights, my shoul­ders broad­est, my chest thick­est, my step a lit­tle slow­er, I pic­ture myself as Kane. The Big Red Machine. The Demon. The Undertaker’s lit­tle broth­er. The broth­er he left for dead in a child­hood … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Down By the River, fiction by Sarah Einstein

Daniel walked through the clus­ters of drunk­en col­lege stu­dents as they stum­bled out of the clos­ing bars, his black wool cap pulled low and his face tucked down into the col­lar of the olive drab par­ka he’d picked up that … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Pluck Pluck, fiction by Catfish McDaris

After mak­ing friends with Maya on Face­book I fig­ured she wouldn’t mind a vis­it. I found out where she lived and jumped on a south­bound Grey­hound. The worst part was avoid­ing pee­ing on myself in the skin­ny bath­room while hit­ting … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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New Year's Day, poem by CL Bledsoe

One of the junkies in the back­seat spoke up to ask, “Should there be so much smoke behind us?” A wall of gray poured from the car. I took the first exit, won­der­ing how far I could make it before … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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The Hammer Not the Hog, fiction by David Jaggers

The Ham­mer Not the Hog “So, Mr. Bro­gan, it says here that you were deemed ful­ly reha­bil­i­tat­ed by the state.” The fat man behind the desk looks over his wire rimmed glass­es at me. Scan­ning my scarred exte­ri­or for cracks, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Chief Whitefeather Arriving Unprepared, fiction by Stefanie Freele

On the day Clive returns, four months after his last tur­bu­lent vis­it, Olive opens the door and can smell him, a thick mix­ture of burned sage and fer­men­ta­tion. This scent is not good, but bet­ter than the dead-body stench com­ing … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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