Fiction

Be 150 150 Suzanne Rhee

Be

“Be,” she says as he plays with her dark hair and watches her tug the glistening petals from a flower. He thinks she is silly. Being is a passive action,…

Eucharist 150 150 Monica Boothe

Eucharist

“She doesn’t realize what she’s doing.” I pant, my legs stumbling along their way. My breath, growing short and strained, rattles rhythmically. I always knew this would happen. Some ingrained…

Felix 150 150 Matt Greene

Felix

It’s a crushing weight, being needed. At least that’s what I’ve come to believe after all this time. Thirty five years to be exact. Although I suspect the first three…

Through The Embers 150 150 Linda Cruise

Through The Embers

Along the southern horizon, Normandy’s coastal ridge and cliffs suddenly appeared out of the mist, under a ghostly canopy of sky. Perhaps under less trying circumstances US Army Chaplain Father…