Fiction

Fall 2016,Fiction,Online Issues

Traveling Alone

Kate Blackwell

When Patrice Hughes turned forty, her gift to herself was a week in Paris, alone. It was the Eighties, when the married women she knew rarely traveled alone. Her husband had no objection. He was happy to take care of the home front: the house, the dog, their son, Alec, who was thirteen. She and her husband were estranged, though still living together. She knew …

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Fall 2016,Fiction,Online Issues

For Coq au Vin

Judy T. Oldfield

Chef’s Knife

The knife shriek shriek shrieks against the rod. Fluorescent light, bouncing, highlights the grain, smearing brightness on the white subway tiles. We are not in a subway. You must have realized that. But the subway tiles are the spotless whiteness of chic. If you know about these things, then you know that too.

The knife. The knife sharp and inviting. Its edge poignant, its feel, …

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Fall 2016,Fiction,Online Issues

Mar y Sol

Raluca Ioanid

Marisol’s daughter, Jaquelin, turned 19 yesterday.  She and her 15-year-old brother have been pacing the pea-green fluorescent-lit hallways of the intensive care unit for days.  Their mother’s body teeters precariously on the verge of extinction.  Her body was once their body, a dark laboratory of creation in which their fingers and toes and neurons were hatched.  Now, she rests immobile amidst a spider’s web of …

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Blog

A Reading For Change

Holly Mason

Update! The So to Speak benefit reading for Casa Ruby was a powerful event! Thank you to all who attended and donated. We received TWO carloads full of donated goods, as well as funds to help Casa Ruby pay some bills. Epicure Cafe was packed with love and goodness, with warmth and generosity. Thank you to our four incredible readers! Thank you to our wonderful ASL translators.

And …

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Fiction,Online Issues,Spring 2016

Novelty Fades

Laurette Folk

She kept her head down, noting pieces of chrome, the crunch of sandal on pebbles on asphalt, the sound of whirring cars, a dead hawk with its pure white breast ripped apart and wings frayed every which way.

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