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Shoes by Meg Pokrass

By Frank Hinton

The next time, when she reached the voice named David, she got right to the point. "Why do you work for a shoe company if you are not into shoes?" Jane said. »

Courting by Anthony Abelaye

By Frank Hinton

She peeks out and sees you. Her look is one of non-recognition. There is no smile, no wave. Just a blank stare. »

Reservations by Meg Pokrass

By Frank Hinton

Toni remembered how, on their first date, she and Tom traded tongues at a French Restaurant, told each other, "no, no, no..." »

The Problem With LEDs by Gerry Hayes

By Frank Hinton

She bought the crib when she was in Israel on business. It's carved from olive-wood apparently. It sits next to the plastic tree with the slowly pulsing, palely envious, lights and neither one looks right. »

Aesthetics by Garrett Socol

By Frank Hinton

The next question seemed as natural to me as breathing. “I realize I don’t even know your name, but would you marry me?” »

Birthday Wishes by Anthony Abelaye

By Frank Hinton

I don't tell anyone it's my birthday. No one gives a shit. »

Phereomones by Meg Pokrass

By Frank Hinton

My head was thunder, sweat, and went out like dust, in small places that he does not see. »

The Mice and The Cat, a Tale in the Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe by N. God Savage

By Frank Hinton

I thought about pulling back the curtains, imagining that I might be able to illuminate one of the rodent’s eyes with a thin ray of silvery moonlight . . . »

Decisions Made at the End of the World by James Harvey

By Frank Hinton

It wasn’t how anyone figured it would end, despite the huge amount of discussion on the subject beforehand. Most people thought the end of the world would be quick and unexpected... »

Minor Traffic Infraction by David Breitkopf

By Frank Hinton

In my rear-view I see him yapping to the dispatch, taking his sweet time. Fine, take your time. Take my time. I’ve more than you know. »