Taco Truck By Nick Kolakowski

  She doesn’t look like much, Jesus sometimes mused, but she gets us through. Under his baby’s dented hood roared a Chevy 350 V8 capable of zero to sixty in a blistering twenty seconds, provided you pointed her down a steep hill before you hit the gas. Inside the onboard kitchen, the exhaust fan hacked…

The Weather Prophet by Paul D. Brazill

It had been another one of those seemingly endless days when, like King Midas in reverse, everything I touched turned to shit. True, cold calling was a thankless and futile task at the best of times. In fact, most people in the company hated it but me, well, I just seemed to have a knack for it. A…

There Is Always A Hitch by John Patrick Robbins

Jake was a grizzled older looking dude harsh as the winters he endured as tough as the coffee he drank.   Most would fear his appearance alone. Being six four and damn near three hundred pounds.   He wasn’t a man you would wanna encounter in a dark alley , let alone one sitting across…

“Sprinkles” by Ward Howarth

In my hand, the 2 x 4 feels like a weapon. Which it is, in a way. A weapon of choice. Leverage for a new life, both literally and figuratively. To be honest, I had considered using a handheld blowtorch to melt down the outside door handle of my in-laws’ screened-in back porch and render…

Starting Over by Tim Gerstmar

Jay Thompson rubbed his clean-shaven head. He had just finished his last shift at the bakery, and they threw him an impromptu going away party. They wanted to take him out afterwards, but he told them he had an appointment, said his goodbyes, and left. He was off to Marine bootcamp tomorrow, and while he…

Anger Management by Paul D. Brazill

I used to get angry all the time. Especially when I was a teenager. The “difficult years,” doctors used to call it. As if there could ever be any other with a father like mine. I’d see crimson, burn up like a volcano, rant, rave, spit, scream – the whole deal. Sometimes I’d even black…

A Wretch like Me by Jeanette Cheezum

Dark, dingy and filled with stale cigarette smoke; just the type of joint he liked to frequent. He was always accepted in places like this, didn’t have to pretend. All he had to do was sit in the corner and blend in. An unshaven chameleon; with hair two inches too long peeking out from under…

Wedding Shot over the Wire by Paul Matts

My family was wrenched apart after the civil war. Firstly, the republican rebels won. They replaced the socialist government by force and dealt with any dissenters. I’m sure you can work out what that means. There was no way my wife (Martine) and I are going to risk anything happening to our home. Or to…

ANNIVERSARIES OF THE HEART BY BEAU JOHNSON

It weighs on my mind every second of every minute of every day.  Obsession does not describe me though, not to an accurate degree.  I am him now.  He, unfortunately, me.  The difference, the main difference, being our retaliations and how we’ve chosen to implement the pain. “Your ribs are showing.” I close the cell…

Funny Little Frog by Graham Wynd

The row of houses stood much the same as he stepped down from the train. They had browned, as if muddy showers from passing busses had caked in the sun, baking to a tobacco stain of the pub floor. Unintentional outcomes of the smoking ban, eh?   Sebastian wondered if she changed the locks, but…