HYDROTHERAPY GERALD KAMENS “Is this the Sea of Tranquility?” he yelled back to me, guffawing; “Hey, Ronald, you know where the actual sea’s located?” “Not a clue, Jake.” Jake was luxuriating in the large porcelain tub of warm...Read More
She had been an undertaker’s wife for seven years. The mornings, she lay with her life projecting onto the back of her eyelids, between sheets that etched her skin with grains of foreign dirt. She bore witness to his livelihood...Read More
Columbia, Maryland April 3rd, 2019 11:45 am Jack stood in line, anxiously waiting for his cheesy breadsticks with marinara sauce. It was Wednesday. Cheesy breadsticks were always on Wednesday’s menu. Others complained that the...Read More
Fannie felt beside the point. The funeral home was just across the parking lot and she could still see the staff milling about. She, the last remaining attendee, was not feeling any particular need to push the boundaries of...Read More
Tides are getting higher, much higher than before. Water is flowing into the wooden house built on the highest point on this island. He stands in front of the house, murmuring, “I guess it’s the last day.” He isn’t sad; he is...Read More
Our village escaped the war. We heard skirmishes nearby, at the edge of the woods. That was all. After each engagement, tired soldiers wafted into the square like dried leaves piling up against the steps of the church. In the...Read More
Mara braced herself for her sunset uphill climb. The first time she walked home from work she swore it was a wall. She imagined herself leaning into it and catching herself on her hands, scaling the nearly vertical slope like a...Read More
The gun was missing. They kept it in the deepest drawer, the third one below the toaster. On Saturday at noon, she absentmindedly dug under the regular dishtowels for the thicker cotton towel they used to cover Kye’s homemade...Read More
Ever since Willy Two Horse had been elected as the Tupai Tribe’s President, its Board Meetings kept getting closer and closer to the designated starting time of two o’clock. The latest meeting got underway at 2:37 PM, less than...Read More
When Mrs. Weiss backhanded the doctor, who was a good five years younger than her still-finding-himself son, the chicken scratch notes from her medical chart went flying everywhere. “Mrs. W, try to remain calm,” the doctor said...Read More
Until this morning, September was a time of open windows, Indian summer coming through, a smell of sun and warmed earth, cricket-song recalling Septembers past and Septembers yet to come. Until this morning, I had no fear of...Read More
Forget the corny décor. Of all the beachside cafes, Nick’s Mermaid Café, his old-fashioned regular, still serves the best cooked English breakfast south of the city. He finishes the last of his poached egg, sips his sanctioned...Read More
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