“Douen Calling” by Brandon Mc Ivor
I gave you my own name, and we shared it for fourteen days . . .
Tag: short fiction
“Itty Bitty Titty Committee” by Nkosi Ife Bandele
There’s a girl in my nine year old’s third grade class who apparently has been left back more than a couple of times. She’s twelve and sprouting . . .
“Night Class” by Andre Bagoo
The Mayfair was over, the lights turned off, the bran tub emptied, the decorations taken down and locked in cupboards safely. The bouncy castle stood still, awaiting the workmen who would remove it tomorrow. The gates to the schoolyard were shut, and the sentry assumed duty. No one saw the boy in black . . .
“Driving Us Potty: When to Accept that the Training is Not Working” by Erica Barlow
Potty training. So . . .
“The Postscript” by Melissa Ostrom
On the last day of November, Chip spent his hour commute composing a suicide letter in his head, absently passing pokey sedans, picturing his boss’s face when the dickhead heard about the tragedy . . .
“Pray for Us Sinners” by Breanne Mc Ivor
My son saw women peel their skin from their bones and burn their bodies out like cane fire before bed . . .
“Naga” by Lelawattee Manoo-Rahming
Naga raced across the floor. She knew if she crawled, the pebbles would dig into her skin and make her sore. She made for the nearest pole and climbed to the highest rafter, where she curled up and watched the man on the crocus-sack mattress, grunting and writhing . . .
“Lobo” by Richard Georges
Gus sipped lemongrass tea from a foam cup. It was still dark. His secondhand truck idled outside the market as four men clambered into its tray. This was where he picked up workers for the day—mostly men who came to the island at night in quiet boats. The men clutched grease-stained paper bags and chattered loudly between bites of johnnycakes and various patties. Four men got into the truck’s tray. Gus was expecting five . . .