fiction
Amma's Achaar
He dug and dug and dug. Under the scorching summer sun, Balram toiled endlessly.
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The Nut Farmer
By C.A.Dickson
The first time I tasted a Landomunn Farms pistachio, it ruined me.
Missing Letter to Albrecht
By Anya Reeve
The smoke tasted on my tongue that morning, mingled with fresh bite of air. Once on my tongue, the sapidity of ashing wood exhaled from my breath and nostrils. Clear, oh so clear.
Your Destination
By Peter Rustin
Thirty minutes ago: the calm droning of the red-eye from JFK to Los Angeles. The cabin lights dimmed. Two teenage sisters sleeping, in pastel sweatshirts, heads nestled, sharing a pair of earbuds linked to an iPhone.
Netherworld
By J. A. Hersh
They were driving straight down a dark road, their little green car bumping on the potholes. It wasn’t a long drive back to their apartment. Fifteen minutes or so.
UNITE?
“Jane, the taste the taste, you have no idea, Jane.” Typing texting toiling tighter to a tik-tok than ever paid to do in an office.
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Until My Dying Breath
By Stefanie Lee
I’ll tell you about how I’ve been remembering myself in the silver crucifixes and imaginary cracks of light underneath a centuries-old door frame. About how I find smudges of my soul on everything I touch, bones, dirt, the paper-thin resolve in my hands. It’s dark, you know.
Mrs. Anglerfish
I wake up. The morning sun is seeping in through the closed curtains. What a beautiful day!
A Visit from the Four Great Ones
By Tommy Cheis
Terror. In the sweat lodge. Drumming. Singing. Great Ones whispering.
The Vampire
The vampire was the only nice one at the party. He looked a little out of place, with his long cape and medallion, but very debonair and a little sad. He was standing near the counter dipping pita bread into the baba ganoush.
Milk Carton
Sandy drags Billy with her to evening Off-boarding. Billy’s excited because it feels like a special occasion.