Fiction

Short stories and flash fiction from our contributors.

Marlo’s Jacket

Marlo’s Jacket

By the time the paramedics arrived, Marlo had already been gone for nearly an hour. No one blamed Noah. There were empty prescription bottles on the nightstand, a handwritten letter folded neatly beside a wedding photograph, and fifteen years of evidence that Marlo...

Nocturne

Nocturne

In a city not so different from yours, there lived a woman who lost her sleep. Such a struggle is not unusual, and there are ways to ameliorate this loss; there are neurostimulants to combat daytime fatigue and neurodepressants that dull the senses, induce a stupor...

Couples Therapy

Couples Therapy

Ellen pulled down the sun visor mirror. It was evening and the little bulb wasn’t bright enough to apply eyeliner so she tapped the cabin light. It’s only fifteen minutes to the restaurant, Rob said. You couldn’t do that before we left? You’ll lose an eye if I hit a...

Yellow Kodak

Yellow Kodak

Yellow Kodak Tara had been cleaning for three hours. Grandma Peters’ house was not messy per se, but it had a certain disorganization that called for a high level of sorting skills. It was the type of house that was only organized to her and no one else. This is the...

15 Midrock Drive

15 Midrock Drive

Bloodsport masquerading as Midwestern marriage. For seven years and sixteen days, Marge and Jim Schmidt engaged in a silent-treatment cockfight, with every successive daily strikethrough on the couple’s laminated kitchen calendar representing a dark testament to...

The Cake Cutting

The Cake Cutting

I’ve lost control of my mind, and I don’t think I’ll get it back. There’s nothing left they can do for me here, now that my face is stitched. The nurse has been nice enough but I’m taking a bed that the doctor doesn’t think I deserve. Unlike the dead man who landed me...

PTSD

PTSD

By the time the music cut and the lights softened into that sickly gold that meant closing. Ava’s feet were numb. It wasn’t the kind of numb that felt like relief. She felt like her feet didn’t belong to her anymore. She counted her money in the dressing room with the...

Exile

Exile

The movie house was not nearly as crowded as Alice had hoped it would be. She glancedaround at the few clusters of people littering the lobby. Some stood near the snack and popcorncounter; others hovered across from the ushers, waiting for the okay to head to their...

The Toaster

The Toaster

We never had one when I was a kid because Mum was British. Well, my grandparents were British, Mum was born in Charleston, South Carolina. But she picked up the accent at home and worked hard not to lose it. She would say things like loo, and carpark, and petrol. So,...

GENERATION OPIOID

GENERATION OPIOID

“Oprah invited you for tea.” “Again?” I roll down my waistband. “That’s four invites this month.”  Kendra places the syringe horizontal between her teeth so her hands are free to heat the cooker. “Five if you count Montecito.” She takes the syringe out of her...