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Tungsten Steel

Issue No. 258 ~ November, 2018

Earlier in the fall, the white guy in maintenance with a lazy eye did me a good turn. On a Saturday morning, he knocked on my door on a routine inspection to see if everyone’s heat was working now that the boilers were on. He …

Waiting for Dusk

Issue No. 258 ~ November, 2018

It was 3 o’clock, and the Store had lapsed into its familiar afternoon lull. Sarah sat behind the counter with an uncapped fountain pen in her hand. She touched the notepad with the pen tip and watched a generous ink spot bloom on the white …

Approached from an Angle

Issue No. 258 ~ November, 2018

Uneven asphalt was pinched against the baggy, dirty clothes of a bowling champion washout named Anton. Opening up his heavy eyes, Anton felt slightly disoriented as he saw the dark, filthy ground adjacently touching his face. He tried to quickly sit up, disgusted with the …

What Every Man Needs

Issue No. 257 ~ October, 2018

She catches me among the Penguins and the Puffins. A nondescript lady in a black jacket, a long black skirt, and a small black straw Panama hat. She stands uncomfortably close to me as I scan the discount tables. Her glasses have thick dark frames …

Going Shopping

Issue No. 257 ~ October, 2018

This was his first time going to a shopping center with just Dad. Even though the shopping center was near their home, Mam never went here. Dad said this place was good enough. It was dark, and the car park was nearly empty. The boy …

Faux Feathers

Issue No. 256 ~ September, 2018

As the sun burns away the morning fog, scarred remnants of rusted keels, bleached whale ribcages, and human skulls come into focus. For centuries merciless Atlantic currents have smashed sails, masts, gunwales, and rudders against treacherous shoreline rocks. Shipwrecked European explorers, seduced by the lure …

Preemies

Issue No. 255 ~ August, 2018

  Jerome counted twelve infants, pressing their little pink snouts against the green tinted glass of the incubator. They were identical. “Damn. I guess I’m their father.” He grunted. The incubator made a beeping noise. A nurse stepped over. “What are you doing here?” Jerome …

Christmas, muted

Issue No. 255 ~ August, 2018

    Christmas had followed the same routine for as long as Brianna could remember. The cherries with soft warm flesh, mince pies with a cup of tea to make their noses sweat, then grazing through a huge box of melting chocolates, their fingers sticky, …

Men at Work: Julie, an initiative circulator

Issue No. 255 ~ August, 2018

I decided right away that I wasn’t going to be obnoxious. We’ve all seen those guys stationed at megamarts, standing behind trestle tables, cupping their hands and hawking their petitions to passersby. Last year I went shopping at Target, and one of them was right …