Short Fiction

Morning in Fordlet

Pat Rocchi

I exited the Interstate toward the Fordlet Hotel after a late night preparing my annual presentation to the local business leaders. My slides were finished days ago, but my words still needed... [+]


Short Fiction

Bar Lines

Kristen Loughlin

The first time it really hits me, I’m staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.
 
I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of... [+]