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Fog

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

It was fear that held him prisoner in a flat on the thirtieth floor, and, whether he was working or sleeping, his blinds were always firmly closed against the city that seemed to surround and menace him. For years he had lived this way, placating …

Rucky Man

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

Duke hadn’t changed any, not a bit, even though he was getting along in years. Just as efficient as ever. He passed the small folder across the desk to Larry. The contents were mostly as usual: a photograph, a brief description of the individual, the …

Into Scent

Issue No. 18 ~ November, 1998

I hold the cloudy, dark plum, heavy in anticipation, weak from its own weight and firm skin. My lips surround it, privately tasting the sweet juice. I pull back dripping, wiping my chin, and watch the orange, soft golden, brown flesh expose. The skin now …

The Price of Longing

Issue No. 18 ~ November, 1998

I had been seeing Megan for approximately five months, but I had known her my entire life. I never enjoyed our meetings. They certainly could not be categorized as something as romantic as a rendezvous or as mercantile as a transaction. Although, I was attempting …

The Man in the Cafe

Issue No. 18 ~ November, 1998

The man entered the small, brightly lit café and quietly sat down in a high-backed vinyl-upholstered booth. The wire caged clock over the door drew the man’s attention. Why such an institutionalesque clock in a diner? It was 3:12 a.m. The café’s latest and only …

The Need for Character

Issue No. 16 ~ September, 1998

The virtue of hope, in Enoch, was made of two parts suspicion and one part lust…He wanted, some day, to see a line of people waiting to shake his hand. – Flannery O’Connor, “Enoch and the Gorilla” Until this morning, my story was the same …

Shucking with Charlie

Issue No. 16 ~ September, 1998

There was muck everywhere. Clogging up the shallow trenches of my fingertips, in the threads of my red thermos. Charlie had it on him too. “Grab the hose,” he said. I starting walking around the side yard. “No, hey, its under there, under the deck.” …

The Dog House

Issue No. 16 ~ September, 1998

Our dog barn looked like a battlefield after Figgy busted the Coke bottles. He’d done it after the pigeon colonel chewed him out for not keeping the cages clean. Colonels aren’t supposed to chew you out. They’re supposed to have better things to do. But …

Falling

Issue No. 16 ~ September, 1998

In this white space, a dot (a red dot, yes [red not like blood {still a horror, to be sure!}, but red like cherry candy, really {dare I invoke Lifesavers and irony (quell, quell–easy, easy–there is time to be taken, a start to be made, …

The Author Outlines A Letter of Apology to His Twin, Eaten in the Womb

Issue No. 16 ~ September, 1998

Header salutation: “Hi”? “Dear Sir”? “To Whom It May Concern”? note: consider sympathy cards suggestion: blank or simple addendum: no Bible quote!! Opening beg for sympathy? suggestion for opening: avoid certainty – a sure approach might suggest previous drafts or other experience at subject, thus …