Snowfall

Alessandra Davy-Falconi

This year, in fact, he had made a list of eligible women and he would begin (after August vacation) to interview them, as it were.

Fade to Beige

Kathryn Hively

“Butter is too bold,” Caroline announced, tossing the sheet of color samples to the floor. “In fact, this entire strip is too loud.” 

The Pits

Melanie Unruh

The summer my father left us, our front yard was filled with deep, grave-sized pits.

Fudgsicle

Christina Snyder

The ice cream truck drives by every night around 10:15. Like an old tire, the music sounds like it could deflate and go out of tune at any moment.

Getting Out

L. M. Asta

Two hours after reporting to operating room nine, Drew stood, gowned, gloved and angry, across the table from Dr. Owen Bates. Patients and the medical board called him Dr. Bates, but everyone else called him the Old Bastard, or OB for short.

Dog People

Maxime D. McKenna

The cat meows. I like to imagine she was once gainfully employed in the cat world, as a college professor or a medical doctor. When she fell on hard times, she became depressed, and rightfully so.

Two Trailers

James Dunham

Two weekends after Myra’s old neighbors vacated the trailer next to hers, this man and his bony brown Lab pulled in with all his furniture tied down in the bed of his pickup.

Security Breach

Nancy Mendez-Booth

I had arrived to the hospital in labor, and waddled into the emergency room like I was about to claim a lottery prize. Instead, I got Claudia in my room. My baby Liam died before I delivered him.

Igloo

Jana Llewellyn

My brother killed himself one Saturday morning, just to spite my mother.

Red Eye

Mark Lyons

At thirty-six she has never had a man fall asleep with his head on her shoulder. She has never been touched before. Not like that. Not by a man. Or a woman.