by Red Cedar Review | Mar 8, 2021 | Prose56, Volume 56
Issue 56 One Abyss to Another Lexi Baker “I’m tired of this place, you know.” “Tired?” “Yes, tired.” He shifted in the grass, scowling at the night sky. The grass was damp – barely, but enough for the blades to be cold to the touch – and the air around...
by admin | Feb 20, 2021 | Prose56, Volume 56
Issue 56 Heart Abigail Albin You know, people should sit on their front porches more often. Really! It ain’t just for old folks sitting in rocking chairs, watching the world go by before they bite it. It’s peaceful. I can just sit on the steps of my front porch, ball...
by admin | Feb 14, 2021 | Prose56, Volume 56
Issue 56 I Go to the Eye Doctor M.P. Armstrong May 13 I go to the eye doctor. I wake up on a Thursday with my sclera stained red, lids swollen nearly shut, and a pool of tears on my pillowcase, likely teeming with germs. I assume I have pinkeye. I wonder how I picked...
by admin | Feb 6, 2021 | Prose56, Volume 56
Issue 56 I Am From the Hopeless Generation Anastasia Simms I am from the hopeless generation. I was born 177 days before the Twin Towers fell. My generation has no memory of a world without security cameras, airport pat downs, and Patriotic Actors. I am from the...
