Gray areas

Arlene Opio

“They’re getting a divorce when their child is only a year old? That’s ridiculous and just lazy.” Bev shook her head and looked away, watching a waiter pass with a tray of food. Her lips were pursed. I could tell she was bouncing her leg under the table from her slightly shaking body. She always did that to calm herself down…

Porch Steps

Nora Mahmoud

I sat on the front porch, gazing at the gentle midnight sky. Stars twinkled behind the leaves on the oak tree before me. The silver moon shone down on the wet asphalt of the road, catching on the slivers of glass embedded there and making the whole street sparkle.