Fiction – Page 3

The Art Show

Bryce Ingmire Rightfully, they were proud of their art. Proud, but not smug —smugness comes later with adulthood. For now,

Joanna Acevedo Last August I went on a double date with my friend Abby and her new boyfriend and a

Svetlana Turetskaya When Jim, her ex-husband, sent her a package with some “old things,” she was not surprised, for he

Laine Perry I had become the teacher’s pet by default. The rest of the kids were idiots. A few may

Swetha Amit When I got home from work, I found Ma running out of the front door, naked and dripping

Sarah Banse Mario, the landlord, a short thick man with a heavy Italian accent, rehabbed the apartment before we moved

Nicole Walker There’s a line in Jenny Lewis’s song Just One of the Guys that goes something like “No matter

Epiphany Ferrell It was a clear night, moon distant, not quiet, too many spring peepers and crickets for that, and

Maureen Aitken My mother says my father’s 30-pound weight loss is the result of a renewed commitment to his health,