My Former Lover Mr. Daly by Tara Roeder

After a long and impressive battle with stigmata, my former lover Mr. Daly was assumed into heaven one windy day in October. I watched him rise slowly to the sky, like Mary Martin in Peter Pan, a beatific expression on his face. Because of the unprecedented circumstances and lack of a buriable corpse, Fr. Doyle…

Two Flash by Ryan Dilbert

This Was Not the Night Victor Valentine’s Career Ended Victor fell asleep at the wheel somewhere between Wichita Falls and Amarillo. The pancake-house coffee couldn’t combat the length of the night, the drone of the road, the vagabond nature of a wrestler’s life. And so he blasted his cobalt blue Renault into a bur oak,…

My Old Pal by Paul Luikart

My old pal Bill wears cowboy boots and says he’s a cowboy. His horse is a dinged-up shopping cart he stole from Food City. At night he hunkers down in a big hacienda under the tracks. He’s a lucky hombre. Last month they beat his kemosabe to death for fifteen bucks. My old pal was…