by Ross McMeekin | Feb 1, 2013
My son stares at the mazes of rusted, graffiti-scrawled pipes. He asks what they’re for. The real answer is boring, so I say, “Scientific experiments on aliens.” “Someday I’m going to live here,” he says. The structure is actually a skeleton of an old gasworks factory...
by Lou Beach | Jan 23, 2013
I CONSIDER YOU as I lay bleeding. The bullet passed through my chest beneath the collar bone, clean, but must have nicked something on the way because a little crook of bone is jutting out the exit wound and I can’t help myself from touching it with the tip of...
by Coley Gallagher | Jan 17, 2013
Kate never planned to steal a baby, yet here she was, driving around with a cheerful, bald-headed baby she’d only just met, kicking his stout legs on the passenger seat. He really should be riding in the back. Better still, secured in a car seat. Kate was terrified...
by Sean Lovelace | Jan 10, 2013
But I did saw it, and that’s me. I’m seeing all kinds of things these days. You know, The Muffin Man, for example. Saw The Muffin Man yesterday, at the car wash. I had to return the chow, as I just said, after it jumped empty along the car wash and I picked the...
by Colin Fleming | Jan 3, 2013
He stood outside the fitness center and watched the women work out in gym suits and leotards that reminded him of sitcoms from the Seventies. There were many fitness centers in the city where he sometimes worked, but this was the one he stopped at. He watched the men,...
by Kim Chinquee | Dec 19, 2012
We played croquet in the yard, cartwheeling when we felt it. When her mom called us in for lunch, we’d save the game for later, or the next day, or the next one. Her mother smoked those minted cigarettes, her father smoked cigars, and I would cover my mouth every time...
