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 | 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 | Apr 3, 2020 | Poetry55, Volume 55
Issue 55 User’s Manual, 2009 Honda Accord Taylor Thackaberry Don’t park under trees, don’t drive on gravel roads. Close the sunroof before you park, or rain will get in. Your father loved this car, and only gave it to you because he loves you more. It will...
