Surgeries by Amanda Leduc Help!? I am trapped inside a fortune cookie! We laughed, because we thought it was funny.? Help.? I?m trapped inside a cookie.? How amusing.? How droll.? You tucked the fortune in your pocket (the back pocket, with the butterfly, the jeans that I loved) and left the cookie.? You were on…
Month: September 2011
Found & Lost by Jarret Liotta
Found & Lost ?by Jarret Liotta The big man stood in my doorway effortlessly holding Buddy?poor Buddy, slumped and lifeless, patched with blood. ?Oh ? no,? I whispered. ?I?m very sorry,? he said. ?You must be very sad.? His voice was low. His soft blue eyes sought to feel my pain, searched my reaction…
The Birthday List by Scott Carpenter
The Birthday List by Scott Carpenter I could use some new socks. You know the kind. And maybe a pair of gloves. I wouldn’t mind a copy of that CD I told you about, the name of which I can’t recall. Perhaps a novel or two, but only if they’re actually worth reading. That’s…
What Was Born by Michelle Soucy
What Was Born by Michelle Soucy She couldn?t decide what she hated the most about her husband.? He lay next to her, breathing.? She hated his breath. Too loud, forced.? Who breathed like that?? Was he doing it on purpose?? She shifted her leg to take some pressure off of her aching lower back,…
A Friend Indeed by Sue Buckwell
A Friend Indeed by Sue Buckwell As brand new elementary school teachers, Faith and I bonded when we discovered, in mid-September, that we hated children and agreed that if we ever again encountered our respective high school guidance counselors, we would do them serious bodily injury for suggesting that we might be well suited to…
Holy Water by Keith Hoerner
Holy Water ?by Keith Hoerner I stand at the kitchen sink washing the one thing I took from home after you died: The Madonna and Child statue I meditated on kneeling before you ? being beaten, traumatized, loving you, year after year. I wash it gently, remembering the time you unknowingly soaked a statue of…
Frailty by Matt Bender
Frailty by Matt Bender The frailty in man is thinking that you can give your heart, your hard-earned life, to a woman and she will know how to take care of it. You were a victim of this, too, friend, when your woman left and you went home to hang yourself. When you told me…