Flash Frog
Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
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Interview by Gary Fincke
Because I haven’t been working, my wife has taken a stupid job. Because she needs our car in order to sell door-to-door, I am boarding a bus for the city. “Everything,” I tell her, “goes faster when you’re unemployed.” “You’ve said that before,” Lorrie… Continue Reading “Interview by Gary Fincke”
Five Eulogies for Goldie by Bethany Bruno
Toilet Bowl Funeral The first time Goldie died, my father flushed him without ceremony. “Quick and painless,” he muttered. I leaned over the bowl, watching the orange body spiral down. My mother ruffled my hair and said, “That’s life,” before boiling spaghetti. But the… Continue Reading “Five Eulogies for Goldie by Bethany Bruno”
Another Border Crossing by Amanda Aileen Fisher
Styrofoam cups tower from her blue nylon bag. A cabbage and a red-capped milk swing in the plastic one hanging from her other. There will be a party. Today, Paulo arrives on the bus—her youngest son. He tries to come every Saturday, but he… Continue Reading “Another Border Crossing by Amanda Aileen Fisher”
The Deep End by Mathieu Parsy
Jason Momoa showed up the night the pool overflowed. There had been rain for six days; the kind that creeps sideways into your house through window seams, under your skin, into your thoughts. Jason wore a wet denim jacket and no shoes. He walked… Continue Reading “The Deep End by Mathieu Parsy”
Hydrant Fish by Brandon McNeice
Heat squats on the block. The hydrant’s cap is leaned sideways with a broom handle wedged in, and water arcs over the street in bright ropes. Older kids run through, skidding, shrieking. It smells like iron and pennies. She stands at the curb, new… Continue Reading “Hydrant Fish by Brandon McNeice”
Sweet Pea by James Keith Smith
Let’s bury him there, in the mulch, I say. Where the ground is soft. In my roses? my wife asks. The roots of the maple in our yard burrow and twist beneath the foundation of our home, raise the concrete on the sidewalk out… Continue Reading “Sweet Pea by James Keith Smith”
Peep Show by Martha Keller
We weren’t supposed to talk about what we saw when we looked through the neighbors’ bedroom window. We weren’t supposed to kneel side-by-side in the tree house, or press our faces against the unfinished pine planks, ragged with splinters that burrowed into our soft… Continue Reading “Peep Show by Martha Keller”
Digging Toward the Sun by Andrew Maynard
Two boys build a sand castle at the edge of the earth. Their father watches at a distance, pushing his toes into the sand. It’s not actually quiet—thunderous waves folding in on themselves, wind blitzing sand like shrapnel—just feels that way when the world… Continue Reading “Digging Toward the Sun by Andrew Maynard”
Wrestling by Tom Weller
They all hear the crowd, a whooshing roar, a sound like a train entering a tunnel. But there is no crowd, just a weed-choked backyard, a chain-link fence chattering when the wind blows, the whooshing roar, the voices of ghosts. There is no ring… Continue Reading “Wrestling by Tom Weller”
Creatures of the EZ-STOP by Janice Leadingham
Creature calls himself Creature because everyone else does and his mama says it’s better to be in on the joke. Creature looks just like his dead daddy but his mama is really beautiful and that has to mean something. Creature is still a virgin… Continue Reading “Creatures of the EZ-STOP by Janice Leadingham”