Fiction Short Story(s)
by Mark Spencer
“Elvis was seventy-one years old and weighed at least three
hundred and fifty pounds, so I’ve been expecting this. Now I have to get his corpse out of our Greenwich Village apartment and onto
the sidewalk somewhere …” Read more
by Sarah Mitchell
“Upstairs, I hear the sounds of my son waking, and I follow
his footsteps through the ceiling as he stumbles from his bed to the bath. Tom is eighteen, nearly a man. Nearly the man his father
was…” Read more
by Constance Smith
“Her grandmother said that because she was born on a Wednesday,
she was full of woe. Gina tried to imagine how that must feel, having a sadness inside you so great that you are full of it, like
when you eat too much of something and it hurts.” Read more
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