By Sheryl Guterl She shyly covers her breastwith a tattered blanket,smiles at the infant,who searches, eyes closed, mouth open,for his nourishment.she sighs when the baby latches on,and only then looks up to meet my stare. I look away, embarrassedby my bold gape,amazed at this miracle of beautyhere—in a cheap motel…
By Ramona ScarboroughHonorable Mention in BWG’s 2020 Short Story Contest “Papi, that burro is smiling at me.” Diego’s father, Manuel, shook his head. “Burros don’t smile. Where do you get such ideas?” Diego stared at his sandal pushing dirt around on the road and didn’t answer. He wanted to say,…
By Jeffrey Hunt The car accident was bad enough, but on top of that there was Winston. The tantrums were loud and violent, and seemingly only Bryan could stop them. Bryan couldn’t play sports, or join school clubs, or go out to movies with friends–he always needed to be nearby….