Billie Holiday, Handcuffed to Her Death Bed

Cornelius EadyScott TSR SullivanNovember 9, 2017POETRY

To the Eyes Beholding Stardust

Michelle WhittakerScott TSR SullivanNovember 9, 2017POETRY

Audition

Derek UpdegraffScott TSR SullivanNovember 9, 2017FICTION

Blame the Dogs

Paola PeroniScott TSR SullivanNovember 9, 2017FICTION

The Strip Club

Will FinlaysonScott TSR SullivanNovember 9, 2017SHORT SHORT FICTION WINNER

Tsunami

She had a setback. She suffered a blow. She had a string of personal misfortunes. There was the toner cartridge, shaken when the plastic tab was already off, her cream silk blouse, her boss’ contact lens. That was a mishap.