Jailbird by Jay Kenny
In high school, Jailbird keeps a cut-throat under his wing, tucked in with the leaves and twigs for the nest in his room.
The Dragonfly by Alan Michael Parker
It’s 7:31 p.m. in the weird light outside a Los Angeles coffee shop, where a pizza delivery guy waits for his pickups.
Poi Dog by Georgie Morvis
He’s never walked this street before. Normally he turns right at the sign of the banana trees but today he blazes right by them, walking downhill, leaning like a weatherman in a hurricane.
Glass Flamingos by Catherine Roberts
I smash them all. Because who the fuck collects glass flamingos? Around me, pink shards sparkle in the carpet like pretty vomit.
The Bronze Medal by Vincent James Perrone
She wants to meet the pig—snout down, paraded through the town square of sodden earth and
stump dimples, now trailed by serpentine line of freshly showered farmer with tomato noses and
breath prematurely soured from all that auctioneer talk.