Heart-wrenching by Rick Krizman
In the ‘60s—the 1960s not the 2060s—it was said that all you needed to fix any Detroit car was a half-inch wrench.
Two stories by Alan Michael Parker
When the price of eggs went up and up, and then there were no more eggs, that was it. He made a raft from various pillows and a laundry basket, stuck a broom for a mast, enough of a flag.
Saying the same thing by Evan James Sheldon
We’re sitting at a metal park bench, the kind wrapped in soft, protective plastic. We aren’t touching.
The Safety of Citrus by Faye Brinsmead
I’m self-isolating inside an orange. The shadows of previous tenants kept sneezing in my flat.
Gemini: I Saw Me & Fetch by Aimee Parkison
After my appointment at the clinic where the doctor informed me I would be leaving my life soon, I went to the grocery store and saw myself in the coffee aisle.