Multiverse

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Jeffrey Ricker   You learn about the multiverse theory from your Facebook feed, when a story about it appears above a photo someone posts of your best friend from high school. It’s unexpected, that photo. He’s in his forties, like you, and he looks almost the same as back then…and yet, not. It takes a…

My Shopping List

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Victoria Saltz   “No harm done, am I right?” That was the third time I had been wrong that day. I smiled earnestly at the cashier in the green apron bending down to pick up the bruised apples. It’s funny how fruit bruises the way people do, but on people, bruises heal. They’re gone in…

Baggy

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Aaron J. Housholder   They were old enough to have become nice boys, Jake and Jimmy, but somehow they had not. Their families would later describe them as upstanding young men who seemed so unlikely to have run away, to disappear just like that, but who can ever say, really, with boys like them. They…

[THE HAND A COMET, BEHIND HER TWO PLANETS]

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Rion Amilcar Scott   Dearest Slumlord, I watched a most disturbing video the other day. It was a rare moment when the internet worked (yes, I know, not your fault unlike our water which is here one moment and gone the next). Someone posted it on one of those wretched social media sites. In it,…

Engine

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Megan Cummins   He sits down next to me at the bar of the sushi restaurant where I’m waiting for my take-out. With a sideways glance I realize he’s old enough to drink but just barely. So he’s younger than me by more years than I could count on two hands. As soon as he…

Feeding Strays

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2017 Fiction Award Winner, Chosen by Patricia Park Ashley Morrow Hermsmeier   Greer pulled a strip of rubbery, partially chewed chicken from her mouth and tossed it onto the saggy porch. “I wouldn’t do that,” said a distracted voice beside her. Rita—Greer’s friend slash latest boss—eyed the gray tabby eyeing the meat, then dove once…

The Interview

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Bob Pielke   For over two years now I have had in my possession the following taped interview, here transcribed for the first time. I would like to say that it was my disbelief which has prevented me from releasing it earlier, but this would be deceiving myself. I know better. In reality, it was…

New Thinking About Loss

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Lynna Williams   I can’t see it myself. The way I am, it’s over when it’s over. I don’t overstay, and I don’t look back. Take when Karen left. She walked out of the house just before noon on Sunday, September 5, and by 1:30 p.m. I had the bedroom walls painted and a new…

The Stupidest Girl in Fifth Grade

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Issue 9.1&2 Fall/Winter 1979 Elizabeth A. Finegan   The mother’s eyes were a smoldering black and fierce like a leopard’s or a tiger’s—and the child darted only the briefest glance at her before quickly lowering her own eyes while she stood clutching her doll, Priscilla, so hard that flakes of cotton stuffing drifted down like…
Cover by Dorothy Langdon

The Store

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Leslie Woolf Hedley   It was an ordinary store and I saw it every day. Especially in the morning. After office hours I noticed nothing but that bus to rescue me from depressing San Francisco streets. But during early morning moments there’s some abstract appearance of cleanliness, the atmosphere less pathological. There’s an illusion of…
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