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May/June 2009  Volume 3 Issue 4                                                                                                               
 
 
A Magazine of Short Fiction Delights!  
  
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Fiction

 

Over the Wall  Beth Labonte

Not a soul in the office knew Rob’s real name except for Bridget, and she only knew because it had come up one day in over-the-wall conversation.

 

Balloombas  Cortney McLellan

Kara’s breasts are bursting balloons, skin stretched tight across mounds of flesh. Aquamarine veins take tortuous paths away from darkened areolas. The culprits: old boob job and new baby.

 

Last Supper  Dawn Maria

...how could I not make an effort? I wanted to try and fix things, for real that last time. He seemed to just stop, sputtering out of gas and leaving our marriage abandoned on the side of the road.

 

Love; Pre- mixed…  Maya Sharma Sriram

Samiera spent the evening watching the couple out of the corner of her eyes. She tensed when he first sipped his tea. But he swallowed with no change of expression.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fiction

 

 

The Best for Last  J.M. Sirrico

This is how it went, every, single, time. I had hoped it wouldn’t, just this once. My mother is a big one for hope; she just doesn’t hope for the same things that I do.

 

The Cat Lover  Sally Ahearn

Cleo MacDonald entered the cat show at the Felt Forum in Manhattan. She strolled among the endless cages of show cats, admiring white Persians, spotted Bengalis, huge Maine Coon cats, and naked Sphinxes.

 

The Driving Force  Anne Brooke

You never know what you’re going to pick up in the back of your cab some nights... You get all sorts in here: party goers; party poopers; chatty people; those with not a tongue in their head;

 

Articles

 

Out, Damn Spot!   Nicole Nader Gabor

I’m 29. I’ve been blessed with a great complexion all my life. I’m not gonna lie to you —it’s been practically flawless. Small pores. Few pimples. No acne. Good genes. I’ve been very lucky.

 

Bath Water  Theresa Ward

No one ever said breaking up is easy, but if they sit women in water to soothe the process of childbirth, you would think it could help ease the pain of a broken heart.