Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
Last week, I bought a secondhand cookbook bound together by three rubber bands. On the front cover, someone painted a fisherman hiking along the streambed while a pale cloud of smoke billowed from beyond the tree line. No information in the surviving pages...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
The garden sat facing the eastern sun, basking in its glory, stealing every glance from the lush green grass extending beyond its parameter. The north end of the garden is a mixture of green hues. Not a spec of discoloration to be seen, alluding to the firm and...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
The dust-coated wooden fan legs were spinning nauseatingly and with a continuous hum as her eyes pried open, speckled with sleep and leftover, crunchy makeup. She instantly noticed the warm, stocky body next to her own. It was one that she had gotten to know fairly...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
AREA CODE: 743 (Greensboro, NC) Hey honey, I’m callin’ you back, but I can’t—I’m not gonna be able to talk. I can’t hear with all the damn static. Does this every time it rains. Anyhow, I got your call. If he woulda just got off his ass and...
