“Swans Mate for Life” by Patrick Cooper
“Man gon’ fry out there,” Kinfolk said. He sipped from the tall boy of Hurricane and passed it to Sam . . .
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“A Woman of Privilege” by Désirée Zamorano
The body didn’t belong in the freezer. It belonged in the Pasadena sunshine, skateboarding down the uneven sidewalks, cycling around McDonald Park, kicking a soccer ball around the Rose Bowl . . .
“The Price of Oil” by J. Kevin Shushtari
The next morning Anoush left so early with Baba Bijan that the chill of the night air still hung over the desert . . .
“Breath” by Cezarija Abartis
Elizabeth didn’t know what to do. Go along with the kid holding the knife and the other kid with the gun? Lie? Try to escape? . . .
“Progress” by Patrick McEvoy
Progress. Ronald laughed ruefully at the concept. Sure, yeah, that’s what he was looking at. Or a physical manifestation of it anyway . . .
“Real Love” by Jennifer Celestin
Me and Tino are sitting in the bay window of the lobby. Our building, like the other brown, seven-storied buildings around it, is really majestic just people never take the time to look at it . . .
“Last Tango in Sinaloa” by Howard Gimple
Jay sat cross-legged under a cobia tree, the majestic Mayan tree of life, where the gods hung out to keep an eye on their minions below . . .
“Puccini’s Baseball” by Harol Marshall
Sal Puccini cruised down Main Street past the Baseball Hall of Fame and a lifetime of bad memories. Thirty years and nothing had changed—same small-town redbrick buildings, same sheen on the lake, same irritating kid brother . . .