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Ash Wednesday by Gary Fincke

Despite the snow, his mother insists that the neighborhood is feverish, running a temperature raised by the nearby mill. Their house keeps gathering a film of filth, jaundiced by the industrial air. The city bus drops the disappointed off at the end of the street....

Trolley Rocket by Sumitra Singam

Chandrika eyes the five large bottles of Coke Amma puts in the trolley next to her. She turns to her brother in the baby seat. Surya’s busy with a cheese stick. Appa never bought Coke, and he never let them eat the groceries before they were paid for. Chandrika feels...

Eleven years after I left, brunch by Karen Walker

On Mum’s dining room table are: -Two glass vases, one at either end. So are we. I smile at her. Mum looks through me, glassy-eyed. She and Uncle Cyril were close. -In the vases, roses from the supermarket. Mum’s prize-winning garden has gone wild, weed....

Diversification by Colette Parris

Our advisor all but wags a finger while impressing upon us the importance of utilizing bonds and REITs and mid-cap stocks as part of a strategy to mitigate our risk in these tumultuous times and I am nodding politely and emitting the occasional mmhmm while...

The girl goes by Cathy Ulrich

with the wrong man to the wrong place; with the right man in the wrong car; with the wrong man in the right car, the windows down and that song on the radio that sounds like freedom, the fingers of her right hand tipping out into the wind; across the street...

Boys: A Duplex in Prose by Sarah Freligh

Boys got us drunk and drove us down country roads where they pretended to love us. Afterward we lipsticked their names on bathroom mirrors, inked our names on boys’ arms, tattooing them to us. Time passed, the ink faded. We bought nothing, spent time.   Ghosts...