By W. A. Smith
Foster is drawing a picture of a very tall lavender man in a cowboy hat. Deeper lavender trees grow near the man, barely reach his waist. Foster chooses an equally deep green for the giant’s hands, and without raising his eyes from his creation he asks his mother how old his grandfather [...]
Monthly Archives: February 2005
Lunch With the Indians by W. A. Smith
The Color of Boulders by Julie Ann Shapiro
by Julie Ann Shapiro
I wake up sweating. It’s the same dream. Smooth flat surface, late afternoon shadows. A sloping valley, two pebbles. Boulders the color of sand; a giant hand caresses the boulders. Late afternoon shadows and the boulders turn to granite. I smell garlic, kick off the covers; fists clenched.
Christmas by Paula J. Lambert
Paula J. Lambert
Delia wasn’t sure Frank loved her and now that she might be pregnant, that seemed like a problem. She sat naked on the edge of the tub with her knees together and her bare feet spread, the EPT box on the floor beside her. At 39, she was too old for this kind [...]
The Birdbath by W.A. Smith
by W.A. Smith
“What bothers the hell out of me, like nothing else, is when I start singing a song’in the shower or something, or while I’m getting dressed’and you start singing it too.” The man paused and shifted the gun to his left hand so he could lift the coffee cup with his right. He [...]