Posts Tagged ‘ XVIII.I ’

“Fresh Paint,” by Floriana Gennari

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

Couple number nine. Vivian smiled at them as they walked up the cobbled path. They looked young enough, late twenties, early thirties perhaps. Something and Something Jackson. Mr Jackson pointed at the magnolia which took up most of the front yard. It was majestic, leafless branches weighed down with fat pink blossoms. A fairytale tree, someone had said. Couple number six, Vivian thought.

“Chip Rickwilder’s Flawless Entrance to Professional Cage Fighting,” by Alex Dermody

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

This is it you son of a bitch, your first walk to the ring as a professional cage fighter. I bet Gretchen’s chin is on the floor right now. When my walkout song starts playing, I might pull my hair out. This is why you trained for twenty years. Kids in school thought you were a loser for doing Jiu Jitsu instead of playing football. Yeah, well how does my Louis Vuitton cape look in HD? Listen to that rowdy packed house. They’re not ready for my song. It’s too perfect.

“Losing Grip,” by Rebecca Fletcher

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

John woke up with a grenade in his hand.

“A Green Thumb on the Scales of Justice,” by David Marie-Garland

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

This is how I remember the fateful concatenation of events which led to my present state.

I’d gone to the flower shop to buy some flowers for my mother for her birthday, her birthday having been the day before. And even though her birthday was the day before, I thought she would still enjoy the flowers, anyway.

“I Am Bryan From Work And This Is Just To Say,” by Sophie Panzer

Apr 20th, 2021 | By

I have taken the credit
for the idea
you had
in the meeting

and which you
were probably
would get you promoted