Issue 13 Prose

After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara.             She had been testing her crippled body since the morning...

Larry awoke to the man with Tourette’s making his morning walk around the halfway house, rather complex. The man with Tourette’s lived in a different room and building from Larry that looked like a padded cell from...

The doctor’s black sedan had not yet disappeared up the drive when the household fell into a general uproar. Three generations of Beardsley women burst into tears and sank onto an enormous sofa. Behind the sofa, nine-year-old...