by admin | Apr 14, 2020 | Prose55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Battery Acid Kyle Wright As a child, lying propped-up uncomfortably, wheezing and drawing air, waiting for the albuterol to kick in, still clutching the little plastic mask to my face like an adolescent, asthmatic version of Dennis Hopper in Blue...
by admin | Apr 8, 2020 | Prose55, Volume 55
Issue 55 Truth Julianna Vaughan The two o’clock trolley arrives five minutes behind schedule to pick up the group waiting on Wilson Street. Two men and two women board; the women on their way to the grocer and the doctor, the men don’t say where they’re headed but the...
by admin | Mar 21, 2020 | Prose55, Volume 55
Issue 55 If kites weren’t attached to strings, they’d fly away forever Damian Wang He doesn’t like me from the get-go. Since entering the restaurant, with the bell at the left corner of the frame tinkling away, I have had this feeling. When I glance at the man, he is...
