The Count of Three

Kristina Moriconi

On Saturdays, we folded paper boats. With his sleeves rolled, he stood beside the pond creasing triangles, corner to corner, his reflection rippling in the water

The Disappearance of Rafael Arroyo

Marleen Hustead

Rafael’s job in Philadelphia was simple: keep water glasses filled, put bread on tables, bring forks, clean messes, clear plates. But his unstated job, the one that no one spoke of but everyone understood, was the most important: be invisible

Marguerite McGlinn Prize for Fiction

Christine Weiser

[img_assist|nid=5874|title=Marguerite McGlinn|desc=|link=node|align=left|width=98|height=100]The Marguerite McGlinn Prize for Fiction is an annual national short fiction contest that begins in May

Good Beginnings

Aimee LaBrie

If I’m hooked in the first paragraph, I am more likely to give the writer the benefit of the doubt on page three, when he stumbles on an awkward bit of dialogue.