Well here we go again, another week, another round-up.
We’re very busy with those who are still trying to hang onto their New Year’s resolution but we know that come the middle of February, most will give up.
Continue reading “Week 467 – Why Not Try Brain Surgery, News And I Love The Daily Record.”
Henry loved school; it was his favorite thing in the whole world. He was only ten years old, but he was ahead of the rest of his class. The teachers had said so themselves, he heard it in their hushed conversations, he read it on the stacks of papers they keep on their desks. It made him feel good, he felt proud.
Continue reading “Lions and Zebras by Charlize L. Love”
I’m well aware there are endless possibilities, limitless universes where people live rather than die, where situations work out rather than fall apart, where superb memories are made rather than never created, and where love blossoms rather than weakens. I’m unsure how to reach these complex destinations, but I know they’re out there, situated somewhere on a higher dimension or hidden behind the veil we call reality. They conceal all the could-have-beens, circumstances that might have occurred if given the opportunity but, of course, never came to fruition due to some seen or unseen event…
Continue reading “The Could-Have-Beens by Mason Yates”
When Sally saw the ad in the free newspaper “Your Town” she knew that she had to check it out. “All around assistant, cook, accountant, teacher of tech. Low pay, but free room and board.” She was currently barely able to get by as a production assistant on a local television station. Without a small bequest from her late aunt, she couldn’t afford food and rent. The parents lived in Spain and she hadn’t seen them for ten years. Her financial situation made her feel like a child even though she was thirty-three. The Lakeside address was pretty ritzy, which was another plus.
Continue reading “The Assistant by Doug Hawley”
Two old lady best friends stand in front of the Green Lizard Lounge , est. 1955. Angie is tall with ample boobs. She has silver hair piled on top of her head stylishly. Lucy’s bleached curly hair makes her look younger than her 84 years. Neither of them dress like old ladies. Angie wears leggings, a black and white striped knit top, and black glittery Tom’s. Lucy wears a denim dress and sandals. They both shop at vintage thrift stores.
Continue reading “Green Lizard Lounge by Nina Welch”
Connor moves his mind in rhythm to the speed of his travel, his thoughts whirl round, the city scene flows by his eyes. That’s all it is though, a passing. He keeps counting. He’s made seven hundred fifty-eight steps since he stepped off the bus.
He feels best swinging in his hammock home below the trees. The hammock’s sway copies a rocking cradle, and he feels a child again there, a kid in a twenty-four-year-old body.
Continue reading “Connor Walks the Musqueam by Harrison Kim”
I feel like a stranger on the bus. Getting on at the airport, the bus makes the long trip into the city, picking up workers, university students, school children, and Janice.
Janice was seated near the front of the bus and as each person got onto the bus and made their way past the driver, looking for a seat, Janice made eye contact with them. And before they could look away, not wanting to engage, she sprang her question at them.
“Are you looking forward to Christmas?”
Continue reading “Are you looking forward to Christmas? By Penelope Jackson”
I’m parked on her street in front of the house. Hesitating. It’s just my third day back. What will Francesca do? I might have waited even longer if it weren’t for the thought of her sister, Lisa, who always greeted me with a hug and a smile.
Continue reading “Dry by Christopher W. Hall”
Translated from the Korean by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton
“Hey, Odol! School’s out?” We were on our way home when we heard this. Odori’s grandfather, crouched on the roof of their home and framed by jumbled white clouds streaming through a blue sky, was looking down at us. The prickly autumn sunlight glanced off the orange slate of the roof.
Continue reading “Odori’s Grandfather A miniature by O Chŏnghǔi”
Dr. Dylan Harrington removes the tubed mask from the nose and mouth of Kieu Nguyen—or Katie, as she calls herself on social media pages he’s visited. After shutting off the delivery machine, he gazes at her for several heartbeats. Her blue eyebrow stud matches the stone in each earlobe. Short black hair, upturned nose, bow-shaped mouth, unblemished skin with just enough color to make her exotic. She looks delicious without the thick black glasses now on the counter, atop her Animal Farm paperback. The faint slant of her closed eyes testifies to her mixed parentage. At last the uninsured high schooler reclines in his chair, under general anesthesia. She will stir in ninety minutes, jaw throbbing, wisdom teeth gone, a stitch or two in place, and dental cotton packed around four extraction sites. But before she wakes…
Continue reading “Hunting Ground by Gary Earl Ross”
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