Dr. Gerald Horn, at 72, having already lived through three fucking generations of hipsters, and having seen each of them accomplish nothing but to be subsumed by the desire narrative of the Big Whatzit (his words), had had just about e-fucking-nough of it (again, his words). So, he closed shop at the university, where he […]
Fiction 95
Kelsey Jayne Marshall: Loup-Garou
It was Archie who first suggested a game after deeming a bottle of whisky unsuitable for anyone else but himself. Pascale was picking nail polish off Robin’s thumbnail and Robin was drinking out of a green glass bottle with the label ripped off. Edgar, lounging on the couch, agreed. A deck of cards was excavated […]
David Ebenbach: The Quiet House
I don’t think this one’s going to last. She’s too skinny, already. Pretty much all bone. Sometimes that means they’ve already been, like, carved down to the hardest parts and so they can take a lot, but this one—what it looks like is she needs whatever she already lost, and that she can’t live on […]
Michelle E. Crouch: A Man Alone on a Beach with an Animal
A four foot hypodermic needle isn’t a harpoon, but I’ll allow that the optics aren’t good. It is more delicate than a harpoon, though, and harder to get in and out of a Coast Guard helicopter. On a good-weather day we could travel to the small island by boat, but today we have to dart […]