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.

Communion

Jim Zervanos

Persephone Samaras can’t wait to escape the oppressive heat of the pizza ovens. She’s off to see her cousin Vasili in the hospital, that sterile, air-conditioned sanctuary.

Pincushion Letters

Barry Dinerman

Seconds after my mother died, she began work in heaven on a little play titled “Naked in Bed with Eleanor Roosevelt.”