September 2015

Until Gwen by Tina Mortimer

baby gwen

The display flashed “Great workout!” and a sense of dread dug its claws deep in my belly. I stepped off the treadmill feeling like I was still moving, my heart doing that flutter thing again.

A Temporary Shelf-Life by Sean Gill

pile of boxes

One day, as we were perusing the want-ads in the Village Voice, my sister remarked that in spite of four college degrees between us, neither was qualified to work a New York City car wash.

Eye Contact by James Knisely

close-up of five dollar bill, lincolns eyes

You see these people everywhere, anywhere you may have to stop or slow down: the freeway entrance, the freeway exit, the on-ramp here, the off-ramp there. Everywhere.