Six hours in at Janie’s, all Ed wished was for her to take down the mirror behind the bar. It was like a curse, seeing himself shrink to nothing. This time last year he had been a head above the frame, tall as a short man, chinful. Now … view
Brick and Moose stood at a tall narrow table comparing the size of the lime wedges in their gin and tonics. Moose’s wedge was bigger.
“That is a weak wedge, dude,” he kept saying.
Brick was good-natured about it. “Yeah, but I bet you he’s got … view
Inspector Mustapha Alawi peered through the rain-spattered windshield with a sour expression on his face. As Diana pulled to a stop at the barricade just past Seventh Street, he lunged for the door. “Hyenas are already here.”
Diana looked up Peachtree, where the barricades were pushing the usual Saturday … view
Hester L. Furey
It’s a code, an inside joke, a redneck poem. These two words slipped casually into the conversation used to bring my whole family down, laughing helplessly with tears in their eyes. My mother coined this piece of shorthand in her careless, off-hand way one evening while telling … view
The day I graduated from college my legal father told me I was an orphan, but that wasn’t true. Orphans become orphans when their parents die. Orphans have a history. I don’t. I was given away, and two days later given a legal name, Len Sarras.
Jules … view
1. Her letters, no bigger than teabags, are delivered in the middle of the night and left on the roll top. No return address but the stationery is unmistakable (bunnies and brown irises).
In his sleep he tries to read them. But the packets ignite like flash paper … view
The brief, dull, by now all too-familiar sound followed by the shriek of ambulance sirens stopped the hearts of the Jerusalemites who heard it: suicide bomb. Among those thousands were numbered the protagonists of our story.
Perhaps because he lived alone, already on the edge of the … view
Twenty years ago Camille was thirty. Twenty years from now she will be seventy. She counts years like a handful of coins, knowing they will be spent for trinkets, a pair ofgold earrings or the mermaid wind chime sculpted from copper wire, its tail outlined ingreen with amethyst … view
The machine Dhjimon-7Funari floated through the entrance to the shaded cleft in the desert cliff, its lasers rippling across the irregular surfaces of the rock walls. “You are incarnate, Fharangel,” it said as it focused in on the mechanism partially visible through the opening in the inner wall … view
Keller insists on condoms but likes watching videos of men who don’t. I have no porn so he brought one of his own. Locker Room Orgy? Locker Room Stud Orgy? I never can tell them apart. Keller removed the DVD from a clear plastic case so I was … view