My Time Spent in the Mob by Philip Loyd

My Time Spent in the Mob

by Connectedly Philly… I was in the Park when I heard the news about Wags Wagglestein, my attorney.  Next thing I knew I was headed downtown.  It had been a long time since I had been down to Mulberry Street, and suddenly I was feeling nostalgic. Read the whole spaghetti-eating story…   My Time Spent…

A Siren Song for Two by Steven Fischer

A Siren Song for Two

by Steven Fischer… Beneath my feet, this world is breaking, dancing along to some beat I can’t fathom. Each note, resolute, as the ice cracks and grows, stretching in the warmth of the dayward side, contracting here in the shadows. An entirely natural phenomenon, they promise, but the strength of the song still makes me…

Girl by Jamaica Kincaid

Girl

by Jamaica Kincaid… Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk bare-head in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off.…

The Huntress by Sofia Samatar

The Huntress

by Sofia Samatar… The Huntress left dark patches wherever she passed. She left a streak. In the morning, the hotel staff would find me unconscious, gummed to the floor. The proprietor weeping, for nothing like this had ever happened in his establishment, nothing. Had I not read the instructions on the desk? Read the whole…

Slaughterhouse by Ammar Habib

Slaughterhouse

by Ammar Habib… The prisoner looked down at the dirty floor. He would not even be given the honor of a final meal. If anything, the cruel warden and sadistic guards could have given him that. Even the worst criminals were treated to that decency. But alas, this prison was as inhumane as they come.…

Hooray for Hemorrhoids by Philip Loyd

Hooray for Hemorrhoids

by Ass-itchingly Philly… I just turned fifty and if it isn’t bad enough I’m a hypochondriac, now I’m a hypochondriac with hemorrhoids. I first discovered there was something wrong when I noticed I had spotting in my underwear. Spotting? But that’s girl’s stuff. The spotting evolved into a red skid mark, then full-blown red paint…