Rattling Stone
by Abbegail Hoye
Sister For Sale
by Rachel Lingard-Smith
They had cardboard boxes, some of them, or else a pair of candy-colored plastic lawn chairs and a sheet of poster board advertising their wares in unsteady lettering. The lucky few had plywood-and-spare-nails booths, hammered together by indulgent fathers. They waited eagerly in driveways or the straw-colored grass of front lawns,...
The Stocking
by Ashley Ede
I sing quietly to myself while I play with my manger set. It’s a perfect set, complete with a perfect Mary, a perfect Joseph and a perfect baby Jesus, wrapped in his white blanket. A perfect family for me to play with. A perfect family for me to control.
Waking Up Alone
by Kathryn Buhrmann
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. The exit was comfortable, safe, but the consultation office was ready for her. It couldn’t hurt just to see what my options are.
Out of Polonia
by Steve Prusky
Stan and Celina were reared fenced inside the Polonian hamlet of Hamtramck on Andrus Street. Pole Town, as Hamtramck residents call it, is a two square mile Lilliputian burg darkened by the Gulliver sized shadow of Detroit.
An Owner’s Manual for the Care and Maintenance of Household Robots
by Corrine Pratt
When the box arrives, the house is relatively quiet. Mr. Braxton is seated at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Mrs. Braxton is in the study, doing paperwork. And Sarah Braxton is, as usual in the garden.
Concrete Shore
by Mark Nenadov
I'll ramble down the riverside flying before the stage of Detroit's dilated horizon like a sleepless seagull.
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