When I was thirteen I wanted to be Steve McQueen in The Great Escape, acting alone and vexing the authorities, German or otherwise
Tiny Baby’s Great Escape by Eric Day
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Little Bitch Rising by Charlotte Gullick
It’d been almost two years since I’d moved to Colorado, two years since my father had laid eyes on me.
Eye Contact by James Knisely
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.
Airplanes and Heartbreak by Julie Wiencek
I can’t do this for much longer, and by this, I mean you. The radiant silences and the incisive looks, avoiding your eyes, darting mine.
The Mother of Pentacles by Sarah Malley
One of the local newspaper pages that I like posted a link to their latest article, and I would have scrolled right past it if I hadn’t seen the word “Montvale.”
Enough by Carroll Sandel
My ex-brother-in-law, Andy, was my opposite. At a gangly six feet, five inches tall, Andy meandered when he walked and rambled about every imaginable subject
We Killed a Nun by Nicole Quinn
We killed Sister Cordelia sometime our first year at the Convent. She was old, old enough to die, too old to teach fourth grade mathematics.
Fog Man by Georgia Kreiger
The nurse stares down at me and tells me to slow down, asks me if I know the Fog Man’s name. I say no….
Appearances by Christine Ritenis
What most surprised me when I encountered Frank, the man who’d raped me twenty-eight years earlier, was that I wondered if he still found me attractive.
Fractures by Kerry Folan
The day after I turned thirty-three, I tripped on the sidewalk on Nostrand Avenue, a block from my apartment in Brooklyn, and broke both my arms.
