Tag: Micro

Opposites Don’t Attract By Chris Milam

I knew mom wasn’t handling the divorce well when my brother had to toss her Temptations before she would help him with his homework. Mom would jump up from a crouched position and snag the snacks mid-air and chew away. She chased and ate mice before fixing dinner, and one time she trapped a sparrow

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Black Sunday by Debbie Robson

I miss the clouds. Up there the perspective is all encompassing. Lives make sense. Even the loss of lives is part of a pattern that is more easily discernible from above. I am earthbound now with clipped wings, but I still have certain powers even in this continent of trees that flower red and purple,

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Our Alexandro by Timothy Boudreau

The second time Gina Oleson falls for the fiancé scam, Jenny isn’t as understanding.  A fiancé in Greece who needs help financing a business purchase?  A texted image of a check from the Bank of England for three million Euros?  Poor Gina lives in a crap Westfield, New Hampshire apartment with her elderly cousin, doesn’t

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Gumdrops, Glue, Powdered Sugar by Timothy Boudreau

“There it is,” William said when Cheryl got home, pushing the gingerbread house toward her across the kitchen counter.  “We made it at the Managers’ Meeting.” Cheryl slid off her boots and hung up her jacket.  “Wish I had a job like that.” “It’s team building.” “Looks pretty good though.” “You should’ve seen Dan’s,” William

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Sunday Best by Hannah Storm

I remember every Monday, the soft scent of soap, bubbles filling the air in your laundry room, clothes hanging from the line that grandpa fixed from one wall to the other, the soft hum of the wireless. When the sun shone, I followed you outside, my feet in your footprints, toes pointed like yours. We

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Sinking Correctly by Thomas Benfield

Being in the other room, I could only imagine the look of the events that might match the sounds I heard. The sound was as much a distraction as sitcom walls teetering when its prop door shuts— bringing any semblance of alienation that the program might have brought to the world of the viewer also

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Confit by Thomas Benfield

Onto the dense undergrowth of stunted hay stalks and wide leafed grasses, a pheasant I shot shouldered its graceless fall.  I remember we, that bird and I, were in a clearing on a hill. The surrounding woods had long since turned their colors and shook off their dead growths. The sky was clear. The air

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Two People With Problems by Kay Rae Chomic

Different than other men Dora found online—rougher hands, a dry wit, and tendency to hypochondria. Similar in how he loved drinks and small bites at happy-hours, TV crime shows, and playing Cards Against Humanity. She liked his looks, told friends he was a cousin of the Marlboro man: 6’ 2” tall, wide shoulders, narrow hips;

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Bullets In The Face by Cheryl Powell

Guy in a pizza uniform gets on the train. His face is shot full of holes. ‘Do you mind if I sit here,’ he says, voice high, ice-green eyes unblinking. I move my feet. ‘Not at all.’   I know what he is, but good manners cost nothing. He sits down opposite and I count the

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Wilma Trashed My Mother’s House by Jill Bronfman

The hurricane that danced around my mother’s house wore the exasperated expression of a cartoon character. The Halloween party had to be cancelled because the fake cobwebs were soaked, and the roof tiles were all over the lawn. Until the next time, I toast Wilma, as she backs away. Wilma tells us that next time

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