Short Fiction

Couch

Jared Levy

My dad came home from work and sat on the black leather couch in the living room. He always sat in the same spot. He always looked tired. Every night went the same: first work, then couch until the ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Boxing

Jared Levy

When Wally asks me to punch him in the stomach, I try not to hold back. I let it rip. I set my feet like he taught me to, draw back my fist, and deliver a blow to the spot he's pointing at—right ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Money

Eleanor Kazdan

My eight-year-old grandson, Soleil, has been interested for a long time in money—saving it, counting it, spending it, and talking about it. I can visualize him being a banker in a family of ... [+]

Short Fiction

Even Niagara Falls Ran Dry

Sam Price

I imagined diving under all that churning water to look for coins from faraway countries. My feet would be glued to the ground carrying the weight of one of those old-timey, metal spaceman-looking ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Corner Bar Read-In

Louise Bierig

At The Corner Bar read-in, a man wearing large work boots and with dark hair flopping over his forehead sits on a love seat, reading. A woman wearing a golden sweater hovers over him.
"Excuse me," ... [+]

Short Fiction

The Ding

Betty Layberger

You know how people say "you can't choose your relatives, but you can choose your friends?"
Well that may be true, but let me add that you can't always choose your husband's business buddies and ... [+]

Short Fiction

She Squared

Kathy Anderson

She sleeps like a dead weight now beside me, lowered into the night, the ropes of the day swaying around her. We know nothing about each other really. She does not know how often my ex-lover visits me ... [+]