Summer 2012 - Fiction

 
     
   
 

Stace Budzko
Mean, Mean Puppy

Not more than a handshake and a how-do-you-do into the home visit with the pet adoption people, and Dizzy, my three-year-old Yorkshire Terrier, is...

 
     
   
 

L.P. Griffith
A Stonemason's Lot

I have not lived in Brooklyn since I was a child, and my job as a stage actor supplies few occasions to visit.  But I often stroll through Manhattan on days such as this and make my way to the bridge...

 
     
   
 

Emily Leverett
Form 99B

Charlotte knew it was going to be one of those days when she found the cockroach sitting in the center of her kitchen table...

 
     
   
 

Jon Sealy
Why We Shop at Wal-Mart at Midnight

We spent the summer working in the lobby of the old Stardust Theater. We were twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-seven—old enough to drink and old enough to have genuine bills to pay, but not old enough to...