Missionary Position

Missionary Position  By John Wesick   “You want something, Mr. Terry?” The braless Indian girl moved closer to the table, and the corner lifted the hemline of her tattered, silver dress even higher. “A line for me and my amigo.” Terry placed a few ten-thousand-peso notes on the table and slid them...

The Shredding

  By Myron Hardy There were three visiting hours left. My sister dropped me off at the house and turned right back in the direction of the hospital, and I wondered if Dad had wanted me to stay the whole time.  It was hard for him to stay awake for us. He needed rest, to heal, but those were my...

Splitting Lanes

by Dylan Tanous At two in the afternoon, Ford Levy found himself at the top of a pair of brick steps outside of Perry Goldstone’s home on North Rexford Drive. Waiting in the wake of the chiming doorbell, he craned his neck and peered past the glass panel: sexless, sterilized, and manicured to the point of...

The Limit

Part II (Click here for Part I) by J. Scott Hardin Aaron stared at the receiver in disbelief.  She was so irrational, there was almost no dealing with it.  Still, he had to.  He had resolved that he would stand by his son, no matter the price So he noticed that on the ground by his feet, the package had...

The Limit

By J. Scott Hardin Part One The old man had left with the dawn, gone home quietly – mercifully, without saying a word.  Doubtless he thought his son was asleep.  The young man’s back had been turned to him, but his eyes were open, staring at the dim light that crept closer with the sunrise.  He...

Forget-Me-Not

By Maryam Piracha “You will learn to forget me,” he had said. Said it like we were strangers whispering conversations in cloak closets, through racks of sleeves; polyester, wool, suede. This is what we’ve turned into. Ironed out figments of our imagination. But I’m not going to let him do this to...