Series: Layers of an Onion | by Matthew Howard

“It’s clear to me that Sam does have issues with anxiety and being withdrawn,” Dr. Bradford explained. “A more recent edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual came out about five years ago, several years after her diagnosis with ADD. A certain condition called Asperger’s Syndrome was added. It was originally discovered about five decades…

Series: Layers of an Onion | by Matthew Howard (Part 2)

Soon Sam saw her mother’s red van moving into the parking lot and up to where she and Daisy were standing. Sam gave one last look over her shoulder to Daisy to wave goodbye. She knew that when she got into the van that the countdown to Armageddon would begin. Sam set her book bag…

Series: Layers of an Onion | by Matthew Howard (Part 1)

It was Friday September 3, 1999. Samantha Powell, who usually went by Sam, was sitting on the bleachers in the gym of Pinehaven Christian School. “We’re red and black! We’re ready to attack! We’re red and black! We always strike back! Go Crows!” Sam was a new freshman, and she didn’t care much for the…

What Makes the Dark So Dark | by Howie Good

You didn’t look like you anymore. I wasn’t there even when I was. We were living a life of shadows, of echoes, and with some particles capable of switching between the two. “Hey,” the train conductor said, “you all right?” I was like yes, yes, yes, I want to do this. Out the window, I…

How to Arrive in Florence with Your Mother | by Dan Morey

Passengers on Italian trains sit face-to-face. For the sort of person who likes to strike up conversations with strangers, this is no doubt an agreeable arrangement, but for those of us who prefer a quiet, introspective journey it can be awkward. While riding buses in Los Angeles—where making eye contact often results in a drug…

If These Walls Could Talk (Part 2) | by Pam Munter

The late 1930s and the decade of the 1940s were the best years for me. There was unrelenting excitement stirring, something brewing all the time. It was thrilling to see the big stars come into my foyer. They had a certain mystique that made them different from, say, the directors and producers they came to…

If These Walls Could Talk |by Pam Munter (Part 1)

It’s true. I’m not what I used to be. But, in spite of the years and the disheartening changes, I still stand proudly. Wouldn’t you? It’s not merely that I’ve been in daily use for 80 years. You can’t help but be impressed when you’ve watched all the famous and infamous people who have walked…

Taps | by Paul Beckman

Captain Rothman, deciding he didn’t want to be deployed to a war zone in Afghanistan for the fourth time, grabbed his duffle and went AWOL after he heard the conductor announce that Chicago would be their next station. From Evanston he ran out the train door onto the platform and headed back the way he…

Crippled but not Crushed|by Olamide Tejuoso

“Womanhood is a curse, I swear”, Rolake commented roughly after we three jolly friends ravaged through our wardrobes to produce what we think was the sexiest of clothes.  It was few minutes past 8:00pm; and my phone was already buzzing with Tunji’s impatient calls.  “Abeg, make una do fast do my make-up nau” I rushed…

​The Sausage Sandwich | by Robert Steward

Monza, Italy 1999 “Are you sure this is the right place?” I asked as we drove through the quaint, leafy town. “Yeah, it should be up here on the right,” Amy replied, holding a map on her lap. She was from the States.  “There it is!” Alison called out in her Scottish accent. “Istituto Tecnico.”…

​Two-Timer | by Paul Beckman

There is a man who stares at me whenever our paths cross. I haven’t said anything to my husband because he’d just laugh at me and my so called fertile imagination. Our town of Adams, Connecticut has a population of only twelve thousand so it’s not uncommon to run into the same people. He’s one…

​Argyle Nights | by Paul Beckman

“If you loved me, you would fight with me – you would at least argue with me – you wouldn’t just sit and stare,” my late wife Vanessa would say. “Don’t you care enough to argue – to raise your voice? What kind of man doesn’t have a strong point of view? Or any point…