Material Safety – By Stephenson Muret
Between them only a desk. Carlisle stood behind it. Felix stood before it. For several blinks of the wall clock Carlisle had remained sitting....
Pigeons – By Richard Risemberg
"Look at that scruffy bum, thinking he's so sexy—hah!" Ellie gestured with her jaw. A fat male pigeon puffed and strutted on the brickwork...
Report to the Society – By Robert Wexelblatt
Honored Chairman and Members of the Société d’Exploration Anthropologique, the unrest in S. province has persisted as long as anyone can remember. The attitude...
Damaged Goods – By E. C. Traganas
‘Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces’
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Queens, New York 1959
He hesitated for a few seconds at the top of...
Solomon – By Dennis Vannatta
Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...
Our Shadows Are One Shadow – By Samuel Stone
It is dark out. Ma flips down a switch on the wall by the front door and the porch light outside goes dark. She...
The Human Zoo – By Hridi
It is no use saying no, she means to go. Even at eight, Mehrunissa shows a stubbornness Noor can recognise. The same mad determination...
Turkish Night – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...
Tea with Old Friends – By Jonathan Ferrini
It was a weekly treat for me to attend an elegant, afternoon, “High Tea” at the beautiful “Mark Hopkins Hotel” after church services across...
