Aim

by Rebecca Foust

If Pastor Dale’s deer-stand was built as a place from which to squeeze a hair trigger, it also ladled up a grand view of the valley below, thick with hickory, sycamore, and elm.

Bystander

by Jen Bergmark

Technically, you needed only one eye to take a photo, but you needed the other to see.

Living With Lies

by Gita M. Smith

Whenever someone asks me, “So, what do you do?” I like to say, “I am a crash test dummy tech for the National Highway Traffic Safety folks.”

Clemency

by Cady Vishniac

A dead ringer for Josey. She sneezes as she walks into the pharmacy, and I look up from the newspaper I’m not supposed to be reading.

Yellow Paper

by Amanda Kabak

Now that Kate was safely out of the way—silenced permanently in a corner plot with a view of the freeway—the pedigreed vultures swooped in.

Boys’ Life/Rough Frontiers

by Douglas W. Milliken

The only work he could find was at the truckers’ paradise on the north side of town where the main drag reverts into a numbered highway heading straight into whatever freezing nothing abounds above us.

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