Like Meals, Everything Ends by Nina Smilow I met G when I was twenty and had never tried most of the food the city that I grew up in offered. I didn’t know the difference between caponata and carbonara, but I knew both went on pasta, which I never ate. I didn’t know...
The Good Reverend by Ross McMeekin Snow gathered outside on the low edges of the windows as Rev. Andrew Cherry sat in a dim room on the east wing of the nursing home, reading the newspaper to one of his convalescent congregation members, who was lying in bed, covers...
For Hire by Justin Follin Smith When my husband goes to see his mistress, I wait for his return by elaborately constructing my murder in our living room. It was something we had done together once, a murder-mystery date with his friends. He’d snuffed out the culprit...
The Patron Saint of Loving Bad Men by Libby Copa They thought long and hard about what my saint title should be. Since the name-givers are all men they argued for the sake of arguing and in the end put a selection of words in a hat and draw one out. “Bad” I think is...
Words are Made for Ministration by Peter Grandbois He hates walking his dog after rain. It’s not the puddles or toweling off his dog after. Or even that his dog licks the dew off each blade of grass instead of peeing so he’s late for work. It’s the earthworms. They’re...
Shark’s Tooth by Nicole Beckley He comes to pick me up for our date in a blue pickup with rusted out wheel wells and a broken side mirror. The inside is clean and tidy; even if I have to squeeze in next to him on the bench seat cause the passenger side’s...
