Fiction

Marked Man
by M.E. Parker

“No gas in either tank, none in the can. No gas in the middle of a whiteout, late for the party, Chipsy was probably already talking to Chloe. Not one damn drop of gas because his entire life the closest thing Elmer had to a girlfriend was a hooker named Éclair who gave him a free ride on his birthday. Chloe was the first thing on his mind. Gas had been the last.”

 

Colors of the Mind
by Stephen Mounkhall

            “Dear Ginny,
                        I don’t think I’m inventing.
                        Please don’t be angry.

The day I visited Wayne’s former place of employment, the New York City air hung between the glass-paneled buildings like drying wash.  Interior spaces muffled sound.  Honkless taxis from the vertiginous 53rd floor seemed stick-pinned to the asphalt, insect specimens in a vast glass case.”