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.”

Novel excerpt: Little Magpie

Randall Brown

Maggie looks up. She removes the finger from her mouth. “Must be the baby,” she says. Her hand follows the curve of her belly. “She wants bugs.”

“Really? They sell crickets at pet stores. I could get some.”

The Absence of Fog

Nimisha Ladva

Usha and I were waiting for our usual treat, a fresh, buttered, sugar-sprinkled roti each. But then our grandmother bellowed from upstairs. “Who let all the fog into my room?” demanded Ba.

Master Plan

D Sprung Kurilecz

“New cereal?” he asks, and then, like the path that their marriage has taken, he renders the question rhetorical with a non sequitur. “Still working on that artery project, if you can believe it.”