Robert Edward Sullivan

Robert Edward Sullivan - Ebbing

Robert Edward Sullivan is from the Midwest (Iowa and Michigan) but now lives in Oregon. He holds an MFA from Portland State University. He has stories published by The Southeast Review, McSweeney's… Read more »
Leslie Anne Jones
Foreigner Manager

Leslie Anne Jones - Foreigner Manager

Leslie Anne Jones was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska. Dark winters, big glaciers, neighborhood moose—all that stuff. She spent four years working in China and Taiwan, but presently lives in… Read more »
Dan Malakoff

Dan Malakoff - Standstill

Dan Malakoff’s short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Pleiades, Prick of the Spindle, The Long Story, Ellipsis, River Styx, and other journals, and he has a novella out from Comet Press.… Read more »
Therese Borkenhagen
The Amazon

Therese Borkenhagen - The Amazon

Therese Borkenhagen is a freelance writer and translator from Oslo, Norway. She completed her BA and MA in English Literature at the University of North Dakota. She has been awarded the John Little… Read more »
Maxine Rosaler
The Girl from Texas

Maxine Rosaler - The Girl from Texas

Maxine Rosaler’s fiction and nonfiction has appeared in or is scheduled to appear in The Southern Review, Glimmer Train, Witness, Green Mountains Review, Fifth Wednesday, and other literary… Read more »
Scott Sikes
The Widow’s Daughter

Scott Sikes - The Widow’s Daughter

This is Scott Sikes’ first published work. He is thrilled and also keeping his day job, which he loves. He works for a publisher. He lives with his wife and daughter in the mountains of Virginia and… Read more »
Nick Almeida

Nick Almeida - Watchdog

Nick Almeida is an MFA candidate at the Michener Center for Writers in Austin, Texas. He holds an MA from Penn State University, and edits fiction for Bat City Review. Read more »


Dan Malakoff

Over the bridge and down the road to the gas station, where she calls her parents from a payphone. He leans against the brick, smokes and listens to her ask for one more hour, so that they can get dessert at Kyle’s bakery out on Route 1. When she hangs up, he stubs his cigarette in the urn of sand. Inside he knows where to find a 99¢ condom. He reaches in his pocket for a crumpled bill and asks the cashier with the baggy eyes of a walrus to let him slide on the tax. She does.

Back on the road, she speeds with his hand on her thigh. He feels the grooves in her corduroys and her heat, and he feels cold but they are still together, the night isn’t over. Outside his window, the newly frozen land swoops by; the snow won’t melt until May. An occasional car passes, kicking up salt that crackles against the steel body of her dad’s Volvo. When she can borrow it, she comes to him.

He hacks up phlegm and lights another cigarette from a depleting soft pack. He exhales out the window and the smoke blends with the fog… Read more »