“Lena” by Preston Lang
In four years William had read through countless declarations of affection and promises of riches, searching for the one. Here it was at last: the love he’d been waiting for . . .
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“Soul Mates” by Steven Jay Flam
Teammates on the Watertown High hockey team called them The James Brothers. James Rogers was a blue-eyed white teenager while James Brook was the only African American on the team. The two friends were inseparable and after high school graduation, they decided to hitchhike together across the USA . . .
“Hamptons Beach Bash” by Howard Gimple
We’re parked at the end of a long driveway. Pristera wags a finger at me. “Stay in the car . . . “
“The Fire Inside” by James Glass
Lars Thompson opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. It had been several days since he’d had a real meal that didn’t come from a garbage can . . .
“Nobody’s Home” by R.J. Fox
Now that R.I.P knew how to achieve his goal, he just had to find the means. So he got into his clunker of a car, which was parked on one of Detroit’s countless seedy, run-down streets littered with as many broken streetlamps as broken dreams . . .
“Flashlights in the Distance” by Nick Manzolillo
We are supposed to meet beneath the stars, while the ocean whispers. I’ve stripped to my briefs and sampled the water with my toes . . .
“Hit the Till” by Costa Koutsoutis
The first thing out of his mouth when I sat down was about the High Park. I hadn’t been in maybe a year or so since I’d moved out of the neighborhood, but my brother was a regular . . .
“Neighbor Boy” by Carol Murphy
I always knew the kid was going to kill somebody, but no one believed me, especially my brother.