“The Mess in Red Hook” by John Jeremiah
Bogo got the call from Sammy. It sounded all wrong. “Bogo, the bastard brought a crew to the exchange. They damn near killed us, but don’t worry, we still got the goods . . .”
Category: Original Fiction
“The Wisdom We Already Know” by Gila Green
The zooming increases in volume with each second. Vroom, vroom. Miri looks over her shoulder and screams . . .
“Up His Nose His Finger Goes” by Sarah Acord
There is a boy with dark brown hair . . .
“Little Men of the NCAA” by Sean Murphy
This is what I do. I take Mickey over to Nemo’s. It’s right across the river from the track. Still a pain in the ass though. Rillito was flooded, monsoons and all . . .
“Getting Even” by Bern Sy Moss
He stamped the snow off his boots, brushed it off the shoulders of his jacket, and hit his Stetson against his thigh, leaving small puddles where the snow hit the warm floor and melted. He looked around the bar and saw the only empty stool next to the guy that had been sitting in the row ahead of him on the bus. He took the seat . . .
“Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck” by Nkosi Ife Bandele
And so my nine-year-old discovered the word the other day. On the subway: a young woman, thoroughly exasperated by her fellow rude subway riders . . .
“Class Warfare” by Donald McCarthy
I left Los Angeles and moved to Long Beach, California, because I thought it’d be less cold—I don’t mean the temperature, I mean the atmosphere, the lack of caring, the judgment, the sheer disdain for those who haven’t made it. I escaped LA, but not the hell that it is to be a homeless woman . . .
“Did I let a demon in?” by Sassi Bhutto
Emptiness walked in uninvited and refused to leave. When? How? I can’t recall . . .