My name’s Walter. You probably don’t know me, but you may have heard me playing the guitar. You wouldn’t know it, though. I’m a studio musician, mostly playing at Modern Recording on Chicago’s South Side. When they want someone who can do that old Motown stuff, sometimes I get the call. I play live two […]
Fiction: A One Act Play In Which We Stand Side By Side and Watch It All Burn by Holly Scott
The sky is a deep, brooding red, as if the heavens themselves had been scorched by the flames that raged below. Smoke billows in thick, acrid plumes, curling around the remains of once-proud buildings reduced to skeletal shells by the relentless bombardment. The air is thick with the scent of burning fuel, melting metal, and […]
Fiction: The Comforts of Home by Soramimi Hanarejima
It’s the first Tuesday of September, so here I am at your doorstep with this month’s supplies—mostly food and books, as usual. When you open the door, it’s like I’m looking at an old photo, you and the hallway tinged a sentimental amber by the redshift of the decades between us. “Thanks for bringing all […]
Fiction: Her by Zary Fekete
How old was she? Some thought late sixties. Others said more than seventy-five. She lived on the old street since the war ended. Her row house was not among the few with two stories that were on the street corners. It was a simple house, a single story with two largish rooms off the small […]