Fiction 2.1

Nobody Knows, Nola by Patrick Anderson, Jr.

Nobody Knows, Nola by Patrick Anderson, Jr.

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 Rick sighed and ran his fingers through his slicked and shiny black hair, closing his eyes and grumbling a prayer for strength under his breath. Nola watched from across the table, focusing on the throbbing vein in his left temple, […]

One Has To Ask by Jessie Aufiery

One Has To Ask by Jessie Aufiery

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 This floor, our floor—if you must know we rent, but the place a person eats, shits, sleeps, and makes children is, metaphysically speaking (or at least bacterially) theirs—is French oak, which has more knots than American and is darker in […]

The Difference Between Drowning and Burning by Theresa Boyar

The Difference Between Drowning and Burning by Theresa Boyar

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 We spent the summer in your father’s deep-woods cabin, a place where I was convinced drowned women haunted each room, each timbered closet. You left during the day to work. Playing house, I read for hours, awaiting your return. A […]

Telling the Sampo by Kevin Catalano

Telling the Sampo by Kevin Catalano

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 2 October, 2007 Dear Liz,             I am here. I forgot how much I love autumn—the pure, honest season, not the mild, artificial ones we’ve tolerated for the last twenty years. You’ve always been happy that we migrated South, but […]

Fish Songs by Traci Chee

Fish Songs by Traci Chee

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 The day before Jeffrey A. Whetstone turned into a fish, he was a fully functioning, though somewhat inebriated, human being. Twenty-four hours later he was moving slowly along the bottom of the bay, swimming under the green hulls of boats […]

All the Stones Thrown by Daniel Ditty

All the Stones Thrown by Daniel Ditty

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 On the property where my parents lived when I was born, where my father now lives once more after many years away, and where my mother will never set foot again, there still stands a tall, thin birch tree that […]

Lullabies of an Uncivil War by CS Eric

Lullabies of an Uncivil War by CS Eric

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 He wishes that he could close his eyes and freefall into that soft darkness, but his brain has become allergic to sleep—the mere thought makes it itch, because it’s too close to that other irreversible rest. He could force himself, […]

Genesis by Sarah Joy Freese

Genesis by Sarah Joy Freese

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 I am going to die within a month. Maybe longer, maybe sooner, but approximately a month. I’m not quite sure what I think about this whole dying business; I only know it is what is supposed to happen and that […]

Gallery Stag by Jeremy Garrett

Gallery Stag by Jeremy Garrett

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 Hennie’s an island of quiet in the Market Street crowd. Alone on a city bench and slumped over his notebook he sketches a man from the street, a figure of a guy leaned against a gallery front who checks his […]

Everyone Knows This Is Nowhere by Catherine J. S. Lee

Everyone Knows This Is Nowhere by Catherine J. S. Lee

Fiction, Vol. 2.1, March 2008 By eight-thirty, it’s standing room only at the Rusty Scuppers. After this morning’s announcement about Quoddy Sea-Farms shutting down I guess we all need to get drunk enough to forget we got only two more weeks of paychecks and health insurance. Quoddy […]