Billie Holiday, Handcuffed to Her Death Bed

Cornelius EadyBobby TSR CraceNovember 9, 2017POETRY

To the Eyes Beholding Stardust

Michelle WhittakerBobby TSR CraceNovember 9, 2017POETRY

Audition

Derek UpdegraffBobby TSR CraceNovember 9, 2017FICTION

Blame the Dogs

Paola PeroniBobby TSR CraceNovember 9, 2017FICTION

The Strip Club

Will FinlaysonBobby TSR CraceNovember 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.