Touching Calabria (A Short Story in Little Time)
“I’m firing the architect,” I said, “I wouldn’t set foot in my Church.”…
Winning Stories
Queen of the Majorettes
Judy needs to pee. Beyond the barricade of blankets, she feels a chill against her…
Black Friday Sales Event Master
I’m wearing knee pads under my sweat pants. I have a pair of plastic no-shatter glasses…
The Anthropology of Fire
“Since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves.” (Italian proverb) Monday,…
Silent in Its Shout: A Long Weekend in Sicilia
A Law unto Itself The Facebook invitation reads: Long Hair In Three Stages Live + Various…
Flora and Bruno
Flora and Bruno drive for hours – her fault, partly. Curled up in the front seat…
Moon Hill
A cotton ball moon hangs over Knocknarea. I push a wider gap in the curtains and stare up…
Food Companion Wanted
The park sits in a deep dip on Caledonia Road just before the street climbs a steep hill,…
Making Her Garden Grow
Mary, Mary quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle…
My Husband Lives in My Garage
When I first told others that my husband, Andrej, was living in my garage, they thought I…