I do invite the kids to have a drink every now and again in the European tradition, and often someone will in fact raise their eyes at me.
Shop Girl by Dionne Irving Bremyer
You will spend your entire life selling – but this is the first time. So small, you barely reach the counter. You are given a stool.
He Sings by Marcela Fuentes
Tunde calls Elisa between ten and eleven o’clock at night, from his second job, the group home where he is paid to sleep on a living room sofa.
A Tribute by Jody Brooks
We went to your last concert, our grins purple with wine.
Hunter and Art Hunt, Student Fund Raisers by Michael Martone
The thing is we have been selling these chocolate bars door-to-door in Winesburg for as long as we can remember.
New and Selected Mountains by Matt Sailor
Do you remember the day we met? Fire at the border? The riot in the square? The mountains in the distance blossoming with artillery, the smoke rising into the storm clouds like some ancient spirit finally let loose?
Look at Yourself by Alissa Nutting
“I need to paint your portrait,” Marnie’s husband, Lee, told her. “It’s for class.”
Amenities by Margaret Luongo
I am named for my grandfather’s mistress, in acknowledgment of her extraordinary generosity.
Flat Stanley investigates Velma’s murder by Jennifer Howard
Flat Stanley investigates Velma’s murder and also what it means that her knee-high socks score a C on the Zettai Ryouiki scale.
On the Utility of Small Talk with Waitpersons by Tom Williams
I was in a booth with a former student at B-Dubs, the one place in town with a decent draft selection.
The Profusion by John Holman
“Look at all these motherfucking leaves!” yelled a man on the street in front of my house. The man laughed. “Look at this shit, will you?”
Exceptional Drought by Candace Nadon
The snows never came this winter, and now the state is on fire. The map on the FIRE! website shows a little red flame for each fire.
Postcard by Brian Kitely
Brian Kiteley has published three novels, most recently The River Gods.
A Simple Tale by Lily Hoang
Yes, she is a princess, only she’s not exactly pretty. She isn’t repulsive, but kind of, sure.
Fun House by Robert Scotellaro
She’d gotten the fun house mirrors at an auction and had them put up in the spare bedroom.
Their Closet by Pamela Painter
“What are you thinking?” her husband asked her. In their twenty years of marriage he had never asked her that.
Conversation in Hotel Lounge by Lydia Davis
Two women sit together on the sofa in the hotel lounge, bent over and deep in conversation. I am walking through, on my way to my room.
Hermit & Bleeding Faucet by Ana María Shua
With the population now well aware of the physical and mental benefits of asceticism (low cholesterol, bradycardia, a delicate sense of happiness, spiritual fulfillment), everyone wants to become a hermit.
Initiation by Stuart Dybek
The doors snap open on Addison, and the kid in dirty hightops and a sleeveless denim jacket that shows off a blue pitchfork tattooed on his bicep jogs forward beneath a backward baseball cap and grabs the purse off a babushka’s lap.