Paul had a hard time concentrating on the wedding. Maybeth had tears in her eyes, but then again, she cried at everything. The rabbi was saying words about how important trust is when it comes to love. Maybeth took his hands. She had nice, soft, small hands—Paul always liked that about her. She could do a lot with […]
Fiction
Carol M. Quinn
A native of Queens, New York, Carol M. Quinn currently lives, works, and writes in East Lansing, Michigan. She holds an MFA in fiction from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and has taught at the University of Iowa, Temple University in Philadelphia, and Michigan State University. Her fiction has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Joyland, Chicago Quarterly […]
Carol M. Quinn: Here Still
Veronica sat behind the wheel, Edie called shotgun, Gina and Betts claimed the backseat windows, and Kath squeezed in the middle. We assured Siri that yes, we were sure. Unhappy but subservient, she voiced directions over crowded city blocks and down deserted sandy roads to Macy’s bungalow in far outer Queens, […]
Brian Short: Marjorie
I’ve always hated the mall but it is the only place where retail experience is worth anything so when the Armenian mobsters in Oakland County all drained their in-ground units simultaneously, the pool supply store let me go and I headed for the King and Queen to drop off some resumes […]
Alex Pickett: Vultures
After snows, Paul had to drive up to Denali to plow. He would drive an hour and a half up there and plow out the parking lot and driveway so if there were any visitors in the rental cabins they were able to get out. This time, it had snowed from […]
Terry Dubow: Prufrock
The morning of the raccoons, I had the showerhead set on a hard pounding staccato. I was staring straight into the water, counting the intervals between the spurts, thinking of how much I wanted to avoid the two people on the other side of the door. That’s when I noticed that […]