Being There by Billie Pritchett

Una played this game where she circled around the professor’s chair, over and over, hoping he would look at her and, if not her, then the shadow of her naked body swirling against the maroon walls in the lamplight of her rented home. He read Sein und Zeit, the black jacketless hardcover gripped tightly in his hands. She leaned in and lifted his thumb from the … Continue reading Being There by Billie Pritchett

Streams of Consciousness by Susie Gharib

I teach Virginia Woolf to fourth-year students in the English Department at the University of Ethics in the middle part of the globe. I have a lot of fun explaining her technique to a hundred eager students by always beginning with my own stream of consciousness which is triggered by the word Glasgow. A string of images flows beginning with the swans at Knightswood Park … Continue reading Streams of Consciousness by Susie Gharib

dreams.com/true by Jérémy Bernard

Awake I check the fridge: notice the habitual lack of food, close fridge, disappointed. Half an hour later I lower my standards: check the fridge again, notice half of a lemon and some possibly expired cream cheese, close fridge, disappointed. Another half hour passes: I find a stack of crackers stuck between the two cushions of my couch, open fridge, take the lemon and cream … Continue reading dreams.com/true by Jérémy Bernard

In Rough Economic Times, the Community College Instructor Teaches Critical Reasoning by Paul Dickey

I don’t remember working for the Mafia, but it is possible. I keep finding things in the basement: wads of cash in small denominations; arguments for the existence of God too good to be true; boxes full of old, irrelevant premises without claims; young men and women working sixty hours a week and preferring to use their leftover time to text each other rather than … Continue reading In Rough Economic Times, the Community College Instructor Teaches Critical Reasoning by Paul Dickey

Terrorism Begins at Home by Peter Crowley

If you live in New England, early September often has mornings with a chill in the air, where the sun wakes up late, dew floods the grass and, above, the cloudless azure mirrors eternity. As the sun moves higher up in the sky, with the desiccated summer heat gone, a perfect California-type of air takes over. Leaves have not yet turned orange, red or brown, … Continue reading Terrorism Begins at Home by Peter Crowley

How To Survive an Afternoon at the Grosse Pointe Yacht Club Park by Debrah Miszak

Sophie put on the pearl necklace after an internal debate about whether it would appear gauche. It looked nice with the dress, and she thought she looked more mature with it on. Of course, it wasn’t a real pearl necklace. She transferred her phone, keys and wallet into the designer purse made from genuine leather that they’d gotten her for Christmas. She knew they would … Continue reading How To Survive an Afternoon at the Grosse Pointe Yacht Club Park by Debrah Miszak

Greater, Sooner Tohubohu by Mike Lee

While trying to go to sleep, her mind howled like night-wolves in the mountains above a Balkan city. They howled because of that tale about the former girlfriend who was a practicing witch. This was not what she had wanted to hear earlier that evening. Listening to stories about current partners’ exes was always awkward; a relationship starts at day zero. It is uncomfortable to … Continue reading Greater, Sooner Tohubohu by Mike Lee

My Beloved Water Filter by M. D. Talley

It was love at first power squat. Girl meets girl. Neither of us were cut out for CrossFit. I wanted to stay slender despite a red wine, cheese and baguette diet, not become a sweaty gladiator. No, we were beginner yoga forever, where we ran into each other again—at Yoga Forever. I figured we must live in the same neighborhood. Recognition, innocent laughter and “we’re … Continue reading My Beloved Water Filter by M. D. Talley