Issue #17

Luke Rolfes

Fable Number 1: Des Moines, Iowa A paperboy disappeared from the streets of Des Moines, Iowa when I was a baby. News of his absence rang through the state for years. If you see a kid slinging a massive tote…
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Rob Roensch

Temp The van had no side windows, the driver’s-side mirror dangled like a hand from a broken wrist, the passenger-side mirror and half the windshield were blurry and blue with ice from the storm, and the view out the back…
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Constance Squires

Yellow In the Oklahoma City bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building on April 19, 199,5 a Ryder truck rigged as a bomb went of at 9:02 AM, killing at least 168 people and injuring 680 others. I hate…
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Evelyn Hampton

Silver Bell The trouble with the cow was the cow had an adumbrated esophagus, which caused a gastrointestinal incursion from its first stomach into its second, so that nothing from the first could flow into the second. After a while…
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Mark DiFruscio

Estranged The last memory I have of my mother is from when I was eight and she broke my arm: a bad fall. Late Septembers in New London are almost always beautiful near when the new school year starts. Warm…
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