Fiction 2016 / Issues / Spring 2016 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Condolences—Robin Vigfusson

  Marian Lundgren scanned the obituaries on her laptop in the living room while drinking one of her husband’s malbecs. This wine was called The Waxed Bat and it gleamed in the glass like black onyx. For one hazy instant, she understood why people became connoisseurs.   It might be for the same reason others collected … Continue reading

Fiction 2016 / Issues / Spring 2016 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

Neighbors, at One Time or Another—Steve Meador

Rednecks Over the phone a monotone rasp crawled from her tar-coated vocal chords and was delivered like a swarm of chiggers against my eardrum. She told me that all the jewelry she had talked about the previous day was locked in the trunk of the Pontiac. Real stuff, worth thousands and thousands of dollars. Her … Continue reading