Fiction

Friday Prayers

Haitham Alsarraf

A small concrete mosque resides in the center of a residential area. Light brown, cracking paint wraps its simple geometric walls. One minaret stands erect on the southern corner, silently heaving toward the sky.

The Living

April Sopkin

Marguerite ducked into the wind and rode the mare through the darkening valley, past the crooked shapes of abandoned homesteads and towards the sun as it slid behind the hard, perfect line that expressed a distance she hoped to one day know, but could not yet.

Statler and Waldorf

Austin Kelley

The day the Muppets came to my neighborhood will forever be associated in my mind with the onset of my illness.

Between the Cities of the Living and the Dead

Scott Atkinson

The boy was perhaps twelve—yes, twelve—and up to no good.  She could tell these things. He had a way of walking, an unperfected swagger he was still trying on like a pair of new and uncomfortable shoes.

Raw

Nate Waggoner

Each morning Paula feels like dinosaur bones. You know how they’re not really bones, but sediment or silt or something that’s filled in the spaces where the bones used to be? She feels like dirt in the shape of an organism, embedded in earth. She feels like bone-shaped sediment if bone-shaped sediment could also be having a mild panic attack.

A Very Beautiful Sort of Blue

Nick Roth

At the age of twelve Frances Amity Braun was diagnosed with synesthesia, a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway. Which was to say she saw sounds as colors and melodies as patterns.

The Businessmen from Romania or Bulgaria

Karl Harshbarger

Even though the train was barely beginning to slow down as it entered the outskirts of Cologne, Ackerman got out of his seat on the 9:31 from Hannover, lifted his suitcase from the rack above him, set it on the floor, extended the handle and pulled the suitcase down the aisle to the end of the car where he stood by the door.

Apocrypha

Louise Phillips

Estrellita

Caitlin Horrocks

Dear Soldier's Rank and Full Name

Pir Rothenberg

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