Fiction

Where Moth and Rust Destroy

John Brandon

One of the men was older, early-sixties perhaps, ex-FBI, so fit that when he wore polo shirts, which he usually did

Bird Call

Kati Eisenhuth

The phone call with the social worker is brief. “I can’t,” I say.

Photographic Memory #9 (Nocturne)

Hun Ohm

She was told to deliver to him a son. And so it was to become in the young wife’s final year

Stay Home, Stay Safe

Laura Hulthen Thomas

Even before the stay-at-home order that spring, Jen’s latest pregnancy had threatened to lock her down

Orphan

Christina Reiss

The funeral was small, brief, driven by the pandemic although Hank was not one of its victims

The Fall

Joy Guo

That morning, although the elevator was not in use, Ah Po took the stairs up to 503. She was allowed to take the elevator, no one said she couldn’t.

SO NOW THAT YOU’VE BEEN DIAGNOSED!

Joseph Di Prisco

We are currently serving other patients, thank you for calling.

Nudes

Hillary Suzanne

Jeremy hadn’t texted me in six days. At the end of our last date he dropped me off on the doorstep

Visitation

Matthew Pitt

These kids of mine. I nurture and nourish them from dust specks, provide every essential staple

Scorpio Rising

Dale Trumbore

When I searched for Melissa, I found her profile right away

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