Wandering Boy

by Jim Gish
We did not have to turn off the radio. My father told the mechanics, Ron and Pete, that it had a burned out tube. They just nodded. They knew better.

Todd

by Matthew Farrell
My sister is dating a man I can’t stand. They’ve been together for eleven months. I keep a handwritten list of his faults that is ever expanding.

The Science Hour

by Paul Byall
Early was there to fix a well. He didn’t know much about the universe or the planets, but he knew about all there was to know about machinery.

Paper Nests

by Laurel Miram
Pale yellow pads are best. They contrast well with black Sharpies. No one can miss a bumblebee.

Letter to My Coroner

by Christina Litchfield
We meet on a Monday. You hate Mondays because the weekend means car accidents and those are often tricky and unpleasant.

The Wild Plums are Blooming

by Mark Schimmoeller
The wild plums are blooming. They have bloomed every April since the man moved into the woods.

Paper Saints

by Tommy Dean
I might as well admit that I’m sinking. You know the joke about lifeguards drowning? Rip currents don’t care who they plunge to the bottom.

Museum of Grand Gestures

by Danielle Claro
Employing every classic device in the Grand Gesture toolkit, this work is a stellar model for students of the form.

Career Change

by Lisa K. Buchanan
The mortician arrived last night, well before the viewing, to paint our little girl pretty.