by Elizabeth Wischler Thomas Ray hadn’t touched the box since it arrived. It lived under his bed, where dust settled without judgment. He didn’t talk about the war, not in church, not over coffee. Not when his wife asked why he woke up gasping. The medal came three years late….
by Mark Crimmins Davis called him at the beginning of the month to tell him the bad news. “You’re not gonna like this any more than I do, Schultz, but Prez has decided we all need to ask a hundred golden questions a week from now on. I know the…
by Rowan Tate Fog slips its milk through the hinge of morning— that narrow hour when nothing has quite begun. Streetlights still lit, unnecessary, left propped up like hands raised after the question’s been answered. The kitchen kettle hisses its small argument. This hinge of…
by Dan Berick On Friday she will wrench you,unceremoniously, from the pink bedwhere you have spent your life in unobtrusive duty this half century or so. Your world ends with a brisk tug that I’ll only vaguely noticethanks to the doctor’s skill(and benzodiazepine).And then you’re gone forever. Next, the months of slow replacement:scattered…
by Chris Cottom As the motorcar crunches across the driveway of Tauntfield House, my sister, Edith, explains that the maids and our few remaining male servants are lined up on the left, with our parents at the door. She instructs me to take her arm, which I do as far…
by Nolo Segundo My wife and I went to say hello to her mother and put flowers on her grave and as it was such a vivid day shining like life’s most poignant dream (youknow, that feeling you only get in late autumn as the last reluctant leaves finally fall and old man winter sends hints of his coming harsh arrival), I suggested we go for a…
by Caitlyn Burry “How to Eat a Pomegranate’” placed first in Southern New Hampshire University’s 2025 Fall Fiction Contest. Red things stain quickly; remember to handle them with care. STEP 1: Select Your Fruit When selecting the perfect pomegranate, it’s best to feel the weight first. Hold the fruit in…
by Jacqueline Coleman “The Hope Index” placed second in Southern New Hampshire University’s 2025 Fall Fiction Contest. My manager says hospitals smell like hope— it’s better branding than what they actually smell like, which is dying children and hand sanitizer. They brief me in the van: our segment underperformed in…
by Jess Prosser “Home Base” placed third in Southern New Hampshire University’s 2025 Fall Fiction Contest. You live in a small two-bedroom house, that is more like a big shack with walls that make you feel like you’re in a storage space. You live on a military base in California…
by Andrea Lisowski “Stone Teeth” placed fourth in Southern New Hampshire University’s 2025 Fall Fiction Contest. Half a mile behind the Cathedral of St. Casimir, there’s a sad excuse for a waterfall. It’s three feet high and twenty feet long of stratified shale, iron gray, stream bed pitted like a…