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Unplugged by Kip Knott
The day after you pulled the plug on our marriage the day before our diamond anniversary, I go through all the vinyl records we began collecting when we first moved in together and that now lie scattered around me like collateral damage from a bombing. Out of nearly three hundred albums, I choose two of ...
by Emily Rinkema
I’M PUTTING AWAY the groceries when my fifteen-year old gets home from school and tells me she’s thinking about having sex with Cory, our neighbor. She drops her bag on the floor by the kitchen island and opens the Oreos that are for her little brother’s scout banquet tomorrow.
‘Those aren’t,’ I star...
by Graham Mort
SHE WALKED OUT in a thin shirt. The storm behind her. A black bolster of cloud overhead. The first spots of rain striking blue cotton, darkening it. They fell on the path, pocking the dust into moon-craters. A flock of ewes skittered away as she opened the gate and went through the deserted farmyard. There was a...
The Sand Pit by Barbara Westwood Diehl
When I drove Sam to Lewisburg Camp to serve his sentence for fraud, Lila was in a rear-facing infant car seat. Now, Lila is in a booster seat, and I’m driving the three of us back to Baltimore.
I say, ‘You remember how Lila cried and cried and we had to switch seats so I could g...
by Mike Fox
‘What’s Flick doing with that scruffy little pisser?’
It was the first time I’d brought Davy home, and my dad was enthroned in his armchair in the front room. Davy and I were in the kitchen within earshot, but he didn’t say anything. The description had its merits, if I’m honest.
‘Do you think i...