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.

When She Could Fly

Natalie Zellat Dyen

A curly-haired man in a black suit stood on a hilltop, holding hands with a woman who floated above him wearing a dress the color of grape juice.

“That’s Marc Chagall and me.”

Basket Case

Vernita Hall

What he was kicking, with a ferocity more like assault than play, was a small peach basket.

Two Wheels

Hilary B. Bisenieks

My father was disappointed by my inability to ride a two-wheeler by the age of six. He never said so directly, but I could tell.