Consulate | JOYLAND

Thirty-Seven Women

Carolyn Black -

We were a community of thirty-seven women. Each woman lived alone in one of thirty-seven apartments in our six-storey building. The tall caretaker with fine...

The Lodger

Alison Frost -

The basement lodger comes packing precious metal. Plastic sheets of commemorative coins. Heavy bars in a duffle bag. Shiny wafers wrapped in thin velvet....

We Are Nearing Swartz Bay Terminal

Rachel Knudsen -

The seagull hovered for a moment, then landed on the hood of David’s car. “Look at that thing,” David said. “It’s going to shit...

Buttermilk

Nick McArthur -

There were three young men living in the upstairs apartment and all of them belonged in hell. There was an invitation that Mr. Bloomer...

But Who Will Slap Marguerite?

Claudia Dey -

Not all of Marguerite’s thoughts turn to violence. Why don’t I have a pet? Why must I dream about the children of celebrities?...

Instamatic

julie Wilson -

Gregg clawed his way to the top of the sand hill, his flip-flops wedged into one back pocket, the Kodak Styelite into the other....

This Night In October

Claire Gibson -

“I want you to know before I open the door that I’m not a Nazi.” “Lil,” I say, “just open it.” Lil is my nickname...

The Development Stage

Shay Wilson -

Cassie attacks her mouth with pink lipstick. “Vincent, we have to get married or I’m leaving you,” she says. I’m standing behind her, looking...

Transistion

Tim Conley -

During their last meal Louis had said that he would call her at the end of the week. Exact words: at the end of...

Lemon Pie

Allison McMaster -

Go cut me a slice of lemon meringue pie. Be quick about it. Don't go rummaging in the cutlery drawer for some dainty dessert...