To Have and To Hold

By Brian Peter Fagan  The Restoration Room was on the 20th floor of the Mason Building in midtown Manhattan. There was a long waiting list to get into the Restoration Room and the service was very expensive, so it took me a long time to put the fee together and then another six months of …

He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late

By Nancy Malcolm "He Who Is In A Hurry Always Arrives Late"Georgian Proverb I was running, clutching my purse, and holding my powder blue Samsonite train case. My dad was saying, “Hurry, Nan! We’re so late! I’m afraid you’ll miss your flight.” We rounded the corner of the parking garage and headed down the stairs. …

Garden Views

By Candi Lavender Reaching for a towel to dry her hands, she noted the towel next to hers. It was haphazard. No, that was the wrong word. It was carelessly hung. Everything he did was careless, except when it was in his domain. Tools were hung precisely on the shed walls and if she returned …

The Philosophers on the Woods

By John Watts There were two philosophers, one a Christian, the other an Atheist, and they were enjoying a stroll deep in the woodlands of sunny Sussex, in serious discussion about matters which arrested the minds of philosophers, Christians and Atheists. The discourse and the arguments on both sides were the most profound and convincing …

Train Ride

By L. Burton Brender “Did they ever find it?” “My bag?” “Yeah.” “They haven’t.” “Had your car keys?” “Yes.” “Didn’t think to put those in your pocket before you got on the plane?” “No.” “Sounds kind of stupid, if you ask me.” “Do you often say that to people you’ve known less than an hour?” …

The Debt

By Lewis Brett Smiler Chris Doyle knew soccer tryouts would be the most brutal week of his life, but he was prepared. He had wanted to play varsity soccer more than anything else and spent the whole summer training for this moment. Whatever the coaches demanded, Chris would do. He would perform an infinite number …

Steven and His Little Red Boat

By Tim Law Once upon a time there was a man named Steven. He had a little red boat that he would launch each night from his own personal jetty and he would sail his boat around the world. “Tell me your stories so that I can then share them,” Steven would say to all …

The Shot

By Laura Everly The high school gymnasium was packed wall to wall and yet it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.  There was exactly one second left in the girls’ high school basketball regional finals and the Stallions were down 70-68.  Freshman Maggie Reynolds was at the foul line.  She took the …

Maris

By David William Pearce It was her eyes I noticed first. Big, cobalt blue, and surrounded by a translucent white. The beret was as I expected: red felt covering her head and left ear. She was sitting at a café, outside, under a red and white checkered awning. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, and …

Choices

By Jacob Meadows In life, one must make innumerable choices. These choices vary in importance, some being as trivial as deciding if one should take the direct route home from the mosque, or embark upon the route which follows the river for a mile before returning to the main road. Other choices hold such weight …