Tag Archive: Fiction

A Good Priest — Emily Glossner Johnson

The gaunt man with parchment skin sat on the orange plaid couch in Father Connall O’Riordan’s office across from where Connall sat in his desk chair. Connall never sat behind his desk when… Continue reading

The Salamander — Mikho Mosulishvili, Translated by Ani Mosulishvili

Originally published in Georgian in Mikho Mosulishvili’s book The Mercy Stone (2011) published by Publishing House Siesta. A note: Salamanders have been associated with the fire since early times. The legend of salamanders… Continue reading

The Lady of the Kaprovana Zone — Manana Dumbadze

Originally published in Georgian in the Georgian monthly literary magazine ახალი საუნჯე (Akhali Saunje ) in November, 2016. Let me warn you at the outset that this Macbeth has nothing to do with… Continue reading

DEATH EPISODES — Shmavon Azatyan

He gave the taxi driver the directions and settled into the back seat. No chatting with the driver. In Yerevan, taxi drivers typically chatted up the passengers. The company didn’t charge them with… Continue reading

By the Time You are One Hundred — Laura Krughoff

By the time you are one hundred, you have buried almost everyone you have ever loved. One would think death and dying would be familiar to you now, after all of these years… Continue reading

Standard Disclaimers — Jason Simon

The following is probably a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is rendered moot by the author’s egocentrism and faulty memory. I think I first met John in middle… Continue reading

BARTHOLOMEW L. BARTHOLOMEW — D. A. Hosek

I wasn’t always like this. I once held the position of Technical Lead at C——. Then this happened. For over a month, we’d been interviewing for a new developer to join my team.… Continue reading

The Moth — Toti O’Brien

I couldn’t believe it let me come close, push the corner of its wing against the concrete, momentarily pinning it to the wall. Catching it under my cupped hand wasn’t possible: it was… Continue reading

Hands — Wendell Mayo

I first noticed him in my interpersonal communication course. Unlike my students in typical autumn attire, he wore, devotedly, a charcoal three-piece suit with dark pinstripes running throughout that made him seem, in… Continue reading

The World Dimmed — duncan barlow

There was a paralyzing light. Something had come from the silence of dusk and cut between them, sliding headlong into them. She’d taken the brunt of it with her right flank. When the… Continue reading

Shluchim: A Tale of Tel Aviv — Thomas P. Balázs

It was a night like any of a thousand I had spent precisely the same way in the same place, silently, mindlessly, waiting, heedless of anything but quiet, patient hunger. I was perched… Continue reading