Category: Fiction

  • Lunch Walk

    It had been raining for what seemed like weeks. Whole deltas, river towns, and swaths of civilization were getting wiped off the map on the 6:00 o’clock news almost every night over dinner on the TV.

  • Cherry Land Chapters

    Katie sips tea at the counter showcasing new evergreen and Santa-red yarns. Amber sways with a chubby-cheeked, five-month-old baby on her hip, gazing out the knitting shop window.

  • Cherry Land Chapters

    “Oh, Humphrey Bogart,” Amber’s mother sighs on the other end of the line. “Still, I don’t get it – he’s not as good looking as the other guy,” Amber studies the cover of Casablanca, the film she turned off minutes earlier.

  • “Shooting Star”

    Would the boy be full of excitement, grinning from ear to ear? Or nervous about leaving his mother and his comfortable home for their four-day journey? Ronnie was a funny kid.

  • Cherry Land Chapters

    Amber takes a swig from a bottle of Miller Light. She perches herself on a black barstool at the AC Tap while Martin feeds dollar bills into the jukebox. Kyle, his toothy smile gleaming in the dim light of the bar, stands besides Martin who laughs and runs his fingers through his black hair.

  • Yogurt

    Nancy pushes her retro John Lennon granny glasses to the top of her curly head and reaches for the wide brimmed tortoise shell readers to inspect up-close the expiration dates stamped near the bottom of the yogurt tubs. “August 3rd,” she says methodically, putting another one down on the counter. Though this expiration date inspection […]

  • A Letter to My Daughter

    I remember pulling weeds in the garden for the first time, my mother standing over me making sure I didn’t accidentally pull out a tulip or one of the pansies, as if I couldn’t tell the difference between the jagged, dark green weeds – some of them with those prickers that stick in your skin […]

  • Window Man

    A winter gale swept a cutting chill off Lake Michigan down Howard Street. Around the corner by the el station, a line had formed waiting patiently, huddled together against the boarded-up businesses.

  • The Beatles to be Replaced by Big Brother and the Holding Company

    Nearly two years ago, highly trained musical analysts from Berkeley technical school in Southern Indiana put into effect “Operation Big Brother.” I know what you’re thinking.

  • Honest Men, Unprotected

    I wasn’t sure why the boots bothered me. They weren’t even mine. Basic brown steel toes. Nothing much to speak of, but there they were – laid out in the middle of the rig. I had to take them off of him around the same time my partner was putting the shock pads away. The […]

  • The Worm Atlas

    Leo Keller pushed his shovel back under the ground. About nine more shovelfuls and he could empty his bucket. The hole was a good six feet deep but the area had a nice water table.

  • FROM THE ARCHIVES: Sally Slattery

    [Editor’s Note: In 2007, Sally Slattery won first prize in the prose category of the Peninsula Pulse’s Hal Grutzmacher’s Writers’ Exposé for the following short story.

  • Like Night and Day

    Ella and Elaine lived in a second floor, two-bedroom apartment over on Fremont Street for as long as most people in the neighborhood could remember. No one knew their age or whether either had ever been married.

  • A Coward in Love

    In the late summer of 1941, Ronald Fowler, at twenty-two, still lived at home with his parents in a small rented apartment in Chicago’s Sheffield neighborhood.

  • Customer Service

    The three new bar stools came from EasyMart each with its own compact box. Some engineer with considerable ingenuity had packaged the legs, seat cushion, and other pieces inside the seat back.

  • Sounds Not Heard

    So there Greg sat, not saying a word, as he slowly turned the pages of The Cat in the Hat for his daughter, Linda, who was snuggled against him.

  • Flash Fiction

    He marched into her classroom with that air of confidence particular to ten-year-old males. After two decades in Room 106 – 4th grade she could detect it.

  • Home on the Farm

    He woke up before the crowing of the rooster, something he hadn’t done in a long time. There was only one rooster left now, a strutting white leghorn with tan wings and black spots on his chest. John didn’t feel like waiting for the bird’s morning call though – he was wide-awake.

  • Stoker

    The air in the inn was heavy with the odor of stale drink. A thick layer of smoke clung to the ceiling like brown algae. Dense yellow light from ancient gas lanterns streaked the room which was jammed with anxious customers murmuring in the murk.

  • Episode

    February 4th, 2010 Door County, WI Richard Storm’s right hand clutched at his chest just under his generous left breast – which he’d been self-conscious of his whole life.