Written by Mickey Hunt – Dad adopted me when I was a pup, and we don’t look alike at all, but no matter. He was single and kind of old for raising a baby, and not the most responsible parent, either—I mean, he was okay until he… but I’ll explainContinue Reading
Written by Michael Landolfi – “Have ya ever been fishin’ on a bright sunny day? Sat on the bank and watched the little fishies play? With your hands in your pockets and your pockets in your pants, watched the little fishies do the hootchie cootchie dance?” “No, I ain’t.” “Well,Continue Reading
Written by Dave Rowe – It’s a thick, scratchy black and tan dog suit, and on these sultry days Tom stands on the sidewalk inside of it, waving cars and pedestrians toward Gus’s Pets. This afternoon a woman, middle-aged at best, walks up. “Oh sir,” she says, “I’ve been soContinue Reading
Written by Anne Raustol – Moments before, Amos was in the john-boat with Leo and Clarence on the Forked Deer River fishing and drinking. Amos knew he sounded pitiful. On the verge of losing his farm. Crying about his wife, Sally, who never asked to be married to a drunkenContinue Reading
Written by Tom Davis – Mama said she could just die. Daddy sighed and shook his head. The new preacher’s wife gagged. Aunt Josie’s eyes rolled. Paw Paw grinned. And Uncle Bud. . .He gnawed on his drumstick. I hate okra. I can’t stand the sight, the smell, and mostContinue Reading
Written by RF Wilson – When the snow began to melt on the north side of the ridge that March, he knew he had to get busy. Although still covered with a two-foot deep blanket of white, he sensed the ground welling up under his feet. Soon the high meadowContinue Reading
Written by Celia Miles – (Mature theme) – He pressed the ring into her hand. “A blue topaz,” he said. “Because I want the blue to always remind you of my eyes.” You son of a bitch, she thought. “Thank you, darling,” she said. So began the seventeenth year of theirContinue Reading
Written by Michael Landolfi – “I ain’t gon ride in no Shivolay!” So we walked – all the way to Smilin’ Jack’s Seafood-N-Hushpuppies in Surfside, about three miles. “Why won’t cha ride in a Chevrolet?” “Cause ma daddy never did. He would drive a Merkurry, or even a Buick, butContinue Reading
Written by Nancy Dillingham – (Mature theme) – – I – Across the road from the house he had built with his own hands which had five bullets embedded in its bedroom ceiling, was the pond, manmade and stocked with fish, but more often used as a swimming hole – especiallyContinue Reading
