Daily Archives: February 5, 2014

Watching Pomegranates Fall by Cindy Maresic

It’s dusk in the alley behind the house. You reach for the lamp with its sudden light and react to the string of shadows breaking against the back wall. The dog comes in from the yard. She watches you for a moment with her amber eyes, yawns, then turns to go on with her life. You…

Souvenir by Alex Austin

When Jake was eight years old, his father took his brother and him to a salvage yard. They hoped to find a driver’s side mirror for the family’s Buick, which had been hit by a watermelon on mischief night. At the yard’s entrance, big, angry German shepherds stalked pens on either side of the gate,…

Nothing by Pamela Hill

Sleek, grey smoke rises from the cigarette between Norma’s fingers as a calico purrs against her. She reclines in a paisley chaise lounge next to the window, loosens her hair from clips, and sips merlot that flows from crystal. Looking out a window at fireflies flashing through trees under a crescent moon, she remembers fire…

Burial Mother by Emma Colman

Digging through dirt, my mother finds a delicate sponge-like skull with the tip of her shovel. The crown of it gives up and sags in with a crunch. Peeling matted fur from his surface, angled sockets of a rodent shining clean, she presses the reddish mess between curious cracking fingers. The work sucks the moisture…

Before the Bliss by Ray Scanlon

The year is 1972, and we’ve pretty much sewn up second place in the Southeast Asia War Games. I’m about to receive my math degree, and with it, relief and a quandary. For four years I’ve been parrying the inevitable “What can you do with that?” with a muttered “Maybe I could teach.” That usually…

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