Fiction 2012

I Wish I Could Say I Loved You — Shelly King

They were not lovers. Kenny made a point of explaining that to the hospice staff. Charles was always particular about their relationship being properly understood. Kenny was his roommate, his grocery-shopper, his prescription-fetcher, his bathroom-cleaner, and, in the backside of their forties, his comrade in Male Menopause. In the AIDS support group where they had … Continue reading

Fiction 2012

PK — Ellen Burns

She was crying, telling me about how, where, and when Jesus had touched her. I’m not good with emotions—never have been—so I didn’t really know what to do. I just froze up as if I’d been caught doing something shameful. This was a lot more than I’d bargained for. They hadn’t taught us how to … Continue reading