Mar/Apr 1998

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Fiction


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Pelton and the Paraladies

I begin writing, for it feels like the beginning of the end.

Kyle Jarrard
 

Lids, Sticks, Joe Loss

Twenty-five years ago, my brother-in-law, Bob, stepped into the courtyard back of a London pub to take a piss. He walked into six Asians with a grievance and long, sharp knives.

Alex Keegan
 

Jeremy Browne's Guest

And in his dark secret moments, grey-faced or not, Jeremy Browne sat in his special chair in the garage and whispered at the boxes, the gloom.

Alex Keegan
 

A Gray Impalpable World

I feel her annoying heart beating against my chest and I wish it would stop. Just stop so we could end this masquerade.

Timothy Boring
 

Making Statements

I consider turning it rightside up, but decide it makes a statement this way. I'm always making statements. It's hard work, too.

Fanoula Sevastos