“Fifth: You Shall Not Waste” by Piero Schiavo Campo, translated from Italian by Sarah Jane Webb
The year is 2078. Rampant consumption has succeeded in burning a hole through the ozone layer.
Category: Original Fiction
“For the Birds” by Bruce Harris
The bell above the door jingled. Clark Tennyson looked up and smiled. “Hello Mrs. Hanniford, good to see you again. What’ll it be today?” he asked.
“Dear Ralphie” by Ledia Xhoga
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
“Bricks and Mortar” by Ken Brosky
I brew a pot of coffee and try not to think of the corpse in the basement.
“The Salty Dog and the Sea Maiden” by Linda M. Scott
She sat on the bench and watched the sun drip into the ocean. Barefoot couples stood on the beach and clicked their wine glasses in a toast to another beautiful day . . .
“When Luck Runs Out” by Zane Castillo
I grit my teeth as I press my hand tighter against the hole in my stomach . . .
“Central Park General” by B. Kim Taylor
I was in a Central Park playground one autumn afternoon with two extremely high-energy young sons, when a local dad offered to organize a game with them and other kids in the park.
“Take a Deep Breath and Count to Four” by Tamar Jacobs
“Is a tail a private part of an elephant’s body? Is a tail a private part of a mouse’s body? I can see an animal’s tail, so is it not private?”