WASTE NOT WANT NOT by Steve Anwyll
A gust of wind blows me forward. The storm follows me in through the door. The snow swirls at my feet. I laugh like a madman as I slip on the slick tiles.
THE SIXTH PSYCHIATRIST by Richard Goodwin
The sixth psychiatrist was a young guy with tattoos and piercings and scruffy hair dyed the color of an Irish setter.
ULTRAVIOLET by Derek Fisher
I have used meter-long glass tubes to settle debts twice both times swiped from the quote unquote office both times drew blood one time got my money back
PARTY AT MUM’S HOUSE by Rupert Taylor
Some girl chugged a flask of vodka, passed out, and puked up what looked like spaghetti bolognese.
A GOLFER’S PRIDE by Calvin Atwood
During our very first conversation, Erik told me that he liked his blow jobs fast, and he once fucked a hooker in a Detroit airport bathroom.
HOW TO TELL A LOVE STORY by Wendy BooydeGraaff
These two are not young, not rom-com blow-dried and fresh. One of them has an eye with a filmy sheath over the iris, and the eye also wanders, preventing the long lovers’ gaze.
SPECIAL COLLECTIONS by C. Beston
My husband lost the finger in a card game, then his hosts kept it and bequeathed it to your institution.
OUR LADY COMFORTER OF THE AFFLICTED by Diana Kole
I watched a moth crawl toward me on the concrete. One of its wings was damaged; I had a strong impulse to crush it with my boot.
THE SHARKS TOOK THE REST by Dana Diehl
Killing a shark is always personal. The shark ate your wife. The shark ate your son.
OLD ENOUGH by Isabelle Hughes
There hadn’t been this much excitement since the boys came home from war with their uniforms and their little triangular hats. They’d been shipped off again.