“M-hm.” Patrick rolled his eyes, placed the phone against his right shoulder, freeing his hands to slice the remaining lime. His sister,...

Speck, WV For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully...

The hunting cabin was just over the border. Sparrow crossed at International Falls, where the familiar stench of rot from the community’s...

Another hard frost. I let the fire go out last evening, and the woodstove cooled overnight. This morning, laying kindling in the firebox,...

Sammy looked at her, then shifted his gaze to Jane. Two sexy beasts—A Porsche 356, and a fledgling pin-up girl. God, I’m a lucky man. He...

I walked fifteen miles. I kept walking and I don't know why. I only stopped for the occasional breather. Everything and everyone looked...

The man they called Squirrel crawled from the leaky tent he’d pitched under the tree he planned to build a new house in. He side-stepped...

It is my birthday which means the telephone won’t ring—the telephone that my mom knows how to use to call her church friends she serves...

The boy finally had enough. For the last couple of weeks, his old basset hound, Elvis, had been attacked by something, cut up and...

The spring breeze plays with Moira’s soft, blonde hair—whiffs of baby shampoo comforting Rebecca as she watches her mother step inside...

It was White Knife’s time. Fights with Clouds, her youngest grandson, made the decision. It was always one of the younger ones left with...

/ JD CLAPP writes in San Diego, CA. His work has appeared in The Milk House, Rural Fiction Magazine, Wrong Turn Literary, Revolution...

Rebecca removed the frayed beige cloth covering the jar and, ignoring the urge to pull at a loose thread, lifted it to her nose. “It...

The motorcycle is ugly. The tailpipe is crusted in iron and the headlight looks like a cloudy Minnesota morning. The leather seat is so...

The battered F-150 pulled onto the beach at 3:00 a.m. The air, heavy with fog, smelled of rotting kelp, salt air, and wet sand. It was a...

After the fact, I think it’s normal to catalog the things I didn’t have time to say to you. This kind of thinking forms a common...

Rebecca had a craving; irresistible, undeniable, urgent. She yanked open all the kitchen drawers until she located Gran’s old cookbook....