Fiction

 Swingset Therapy by Shelly Long De Mendoza             The couple in their late 30s parked in the mulch-covered lot and walked hand in hand over the wooden bridge which led to Greenfield Lake Park. The husband carried a traditional wicker picnic basket with red and...

Coming Home to Mother by Robert Tucker Harrell How long has it been this time? Except for a week’s respite in July and a week in October, I have been stoned every day since last February. But it is different now. . . The party ended a long time ago, and I cannot even...

Hick Junction Devil by Robert Tucker Harrell In Fall of 1982 I reached a breaking point. I have been brittle since then, unsure of where the next break in the ice would be. Fall and winter of 1984 and early 1985 brought me to another breakpoint, much more brutal and...