Fiction

The Well

by Shane Jensen I have the wrench in my hand. I have skill. I have purpose. I will fix the problem. I am strong. He yelled to me from the shower earlier, my brother. “Fuck! Fuck! Hey, the water isn’t running. I’m standing here naked and the water won’t come out. I’ve got it onContinue reading “The Well”

In Sickness

by Jenni Innes Darren is hopelessly in love with the woman across the hall. It had all started innocently enough: nods and smiles at the mailbox, holding the elevator door, neighborly small talk about the weather, “I hope you didn’t forget your umbrella,” and, on three separate occasions, relieving her of shopping bags as sheContinue reading “In Sickness”

You Won’t

by Alice Martin You think of him when you smell smoke. A switch in your brain, a splinter in your nose. Musty and rich, and just a little sweet. His shirts smelled like campfires. For four years, the scent weaved into the threads of your sweaters. When it ended, you washed them five times inContinue reading “You Won’t”

Wasted

by Joseph Lezza Samuel Wesson didn’t much care. He didn’t much care when he woke up to find his left eye crusted shut with dried blood. He didn’t much care that, between the searing flash of red lights, the world out of his other eye stood wrong side up. He didn’t much care at allContinue reading “Wasted”

Doom in the Lot

by Drewry Scott She came clattering toward him with her cart. He noticed the hair first, wild and thin, a bluish white. Her waxy gray skin like plastic visible underneath. She looked lost. Her mouth was set into an O shape of moaning or sleep, and as he got closer her eyes seemed intelligent andContinue reading “Doom in the Lot”

Moving

From “3 by Ivan Davenny“ by Ivan Davenny When the couple first entered the apartment it was empty and smelled of dandruff. It was not much different from any number of apartments in which they had stood over the last few days. An ornate mantle over the fireplace. A bathroom painted an unfortunate shade ofContinue reading “Moving”