All Stories, General Fiction

The Green Light by Ximena Escobar

Eleanor’s siren hair streamed like moon rivers on her shoulders, livened by the bluish hue emanating from the television.   Simon lay on the couch, stretching his nape just enough to kiss the glass on his chest.  The lime-green light on the baby monitor remained still.  And I, as usual, didn’t pay attention to the movie.

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All Stories, General Fiction, Short Fiction

The Curse by Martyn Clayton

Sometimes investigative reporters come sniffing around for news of Lionel Fetlar.  They’ve heard he’s living on the south coast now, a town that remains resolutely unfashionable while those nearby have undergone a modest transformation following the influx of the affectedly on trend from that London.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Out of Place by Adam Kluger

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It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as well.

It was the 1980’s and I was totally into music like the Talking Heads, Duran Duran and Devo and all the other bands that were becoming popular on a new channel called MTV.

It was late afternoon and I don’t remember if I was baked but I’d say the odds of that were 50-50.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Papi by Christopher Dehon

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My parents probably spoke Spanish to each other when they lived together. I don’t remember. Dad never learned English, and Mom stopped speaking Spanish after they separated. On the weekends with my dad, I only needed two words. Sí, Papi. I know he said terrible things about my mother. I couldn’t understand him, but I was sure that they were “bitch,” “whore,” and, when my future stepfather came along “gold digger.” When he would pause and look my way. I’d say the only Spanish I knew, Sí, Papi. When I was a kid, I said this to appease him. When I was a teenager, it was because I agreed.

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