We Stutter Less When We Sing by Nora Nadjarian
It was raining and he was sad and tall. He was waiting for the Facebook woman to appear, it was all arranged.
The Crust by Nathan Leslie
Wayne liked the idea of hiding something within, a little surprise to be discovered by whoever was lucky (or unlucky) enough to receive that particular slice of pie.
What Chekhov Meant to Tell Me by Jill Bronfman
Anton and I were in school together, and while he was a year younger than me, he seemed like an old man to me.
The Monster Baby Has Acquired a Taste for Oysters by Kim Murdock
It’s a weird brag, but that’s what the parents tell me. Though they don’t say monster. They say, Shuck him another!
In Another World by Robert McBrearty
My son and my nephew, in their early thirties, both scientists, were sitting in my kitchen drinking and talking about going to Mars, while I stood at the stove flipping burgers.