by David L. Hebert

Margot pushed open the door at the back of the lounge and stepped out into the alley.

Another show, another unappreciative audience, another few minutes of indifferent applause.

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by Janelle Meraz Hooper

I had plowed through an endless sea of dirty used Toyotas when I saw her. She crouched in the corner of a used car lot like a big navy blue crab on the bottom of a dusty ocean. This car was so dirty I couldn’t even tell she was a Mercedes, but I could tell she was special. She had a style the new Mercedes didn’t have. To me, the new ones just screamed money; this one purred class.

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by C. Stell

I am not at ease giving advice.

I’ve made too many mistakes and most of them I keep repeating.

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by  Richard H. Williams

Grandpappy always put on those long handles when the leaves fell from the trees and the weather turned cold. He sure looked funny but I guess he kept warm. With gray-white hair which covered most of his head, the gray-black stubble which grew on his face, and the wiry-red fleece of the long johns which seemed like red hair growing all over the rest of his body, he looked like some sort of a cross between a bear and an old man.

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