Some hills are harder to sled than others. A slope is needed. Some snow is important.
Category: April 2018
Out of My Hands by Jayne Martin
A charming, deep voice cuts through your semi-conscious state:“We have to get you into surgery right away, Miss Martin.”
A Day at the Living Hoard by Rebecca Nakaba
On a damp day, the loudest thing at the zoo is the AT&T Endangered Species carousel.
A Thing No Longer Given Freely by Stephanie Vessely
I did not want to touch it. I wanted what I had seen on TV, in the movies—a first kiss under a porch light…
Strings by Linda Broder
I try not to sound crazy when friends ask me how I am. I’m doing okay, I say. Really. I’m learning to play the harp…
The Lesson by Christopher P. Collins
…his snippy “No” validates his teenage indignation. He looks back to his game. “Hold on guys,” he radios into the mic. “It’s my dad.”
And So Begins, in Slow Motion, the Care of Him by Sara Michas-Martin
After all that measured breath and surge, the hours of nothing, then something, then more terrible pause….
The Mumbi by Amelia Fulbright
Carving a narrow vein of lifeblood across the dry earth, the Mumbi is a clear, swift-moving stream….
Retail Outlook for the Zombie Apocalypse by Lisa Greim
Fabric scraps, discarded tools, and drifts of white shopping bags cover the floor, their contents already forgotten.
Summer, 1987: Windber—A Place You Can’t Leave By Moving by Damian Dressick
There’s a large bonfire. I have no idea what they are burning. If my cousin is involved, evidence is a safe bet.