by Sabahat Ali Wani | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
For the children of my village who can’t help but steal apricots from our garden.Go ahead, you little thugs, take them. (I) A little girl pulled at her pheran,¹ dragged it over her knees, and secured it under her numb feet. She brought her cold hands before her lips...
by Wim Lankriet, Lena Hasell | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
tr. Lena Hasell When I woke up, the terrace floorboards were green. Some sort of moss. It looked intensely surreal. Thinking I was dreaming, I went back to sleep. A few hours later it had rained, and the green vanished. I pondered if it had been there to begin with,...
by Mark Keane | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
I reach the top of Hawthorne Avenue at 4:30 pm. Another Thursday. Three minutes to gather myself and go through my breathing exercise—deep nasal inhalation, a count to five, and slow release. No more than three minutes, not enough time to attract the attention of...
by Amy Cadence | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
There is something wrong with Delia’s youngest son. He had always been evasive, she thinks, even as a toddler, but now she’s lucky to even catch a glimpse of him. He comes in, he darts to his room; he goes out, he slips through the side door. His gaze, even when she...
by Laura Shell | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
I drove more than 100 miles that day in the rain and the last five were the most soul-sucking as I was stuck in a long line of cars like a vehicular centipede and couldn’t pass any of them and the speed limit was 35 and I wanted to drive 65 because it had been a...
by Julian Gallo | Sep 27, 2024 | Fiction, Issue #7, Issues
The young man dressed in full torero regalia is on the bed, grasping the poles on the headboard for dear life, a red satin pillow muffling his cries of pleasure. Prostrate on the mattress, his ass raised, the man behind him, naked save for a montera, aggressively...
