“The New Competitor” by Jim Herod
Jay was sure that he didn’t know a single person in the bar . . .
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“Luci” by Brandon Dutton
A white Prius squealed up the driveway of the Chevron station and pulled around back. Dark, syrupy blood dried to the grill . . .
“The Food Truck Owner” by Cedrick Mendoza-Tolentino
You sit with your back against the bronze statue of Ken Kesey in the square bearing his name, a box of Voodoo Doughnuts between your feet and an aluminum baseball bat leaning against the inside of your right leg . . .
“A Monday in Rishikesh” by William J. Jackson
I never relaxed during the week I spent in Rishikesh . . .
“Royals Flushed” by Howard Gimple
Kelleher piloted the small motorboat out of Mullaghmore’s famous stone harbor to establish an alibi. McMahon and McGirl, the IRA men, sat stiffly in the back . . .
“Trenton Makes, The World Takes” by Bruce Harris
Here I am, ten minutes after five in the a.m., standing on Fowler Street, one of Trenton’s meanest, a shit-eating grin on my face. How did I get here? It’s like this . . .
“The Stranger Outside the Shop” by Aaron Fox-Lerner
Right when I thought things were getting better, the stranger showed up . . .
“Iphigenia” by Peter R. Bryant
January in the North Country—the dark comes on quick. In the moonrise, the skeletal branches of the birch trees throw thin shadows on the glowing blue snow . . .