Where Only Nothing is Free by Tyler Rice

Welcome to the Goodwill General Caring Hospital parking ticket pay center. I hope you are having a nice day. Please insert your orange ticket with the stripe facing up and to the right. Processing. Your total is seven dollars. Please insert cash or credit card. Your card cannot be read. Please try again. Your card…

Weather Report: Abu Ghraib by Cori Jones

Maybe someone gives Lynndie a vibrator: a peach-colored rectangular thing smaller than a cell phone, button in just the right place. Maybe she finds it in a skimpy pile with her panties, a note taped to it in block print: Have fun. She lights a cigarette, picks the thing up, flips it over. Letters on…

Ghost in the Womb by Kevin Catalano

When the blood bubbled up from the shower drain of the house we had just moved into, I thought: here we go. This is the beginning of it. Just like in the movies—it begins with blood, then the flies come, the hurled furniture, the claw marks, and the couple will try to tough it out.…

Scroll Down by Rebekah Orton

Once upon a time… Mmmmm. No, no, don’t drop me! Your fingers are so warm. Mmmmm. Oh, that feels good. Scroll down again. Mmmmm. Your hands smell good, too. Mmmmm. Don’t put me down. I haven’t been held in such a long time. That makes me sound desperate, doesn’t it? I’m not. I hardly even…

A Metamorphosis by Grant Gerald Miller

She carries a scorched copy of Ovid’s Metamorphoses in a Ziploc bag. She’s torn off the back cover and fashioned a new spine out of cardboard. When we scavenge, I sift through what’s left in search of cans of food while she searches for blank paper or anything that will serve as thread. At night, by the fires,…