A taxi took Nitin as far as the banana grove. The next leg of his trip was fit only for bicycles and pedestrians and ended at the pale yellow house set into the island's highest peak. The dwelling was battered and filed by the elements and in a surprising state of overwhelm from an invasive …
Category: fiction
MTO Philip Tanmay
I opened my lunch sack and smiled at the note Mom wrote on the plastic sandwich bag: I love you, Philip - Mom xoxo. She put smiley faces in the o's. And...hooray! Roast beef. There'd be horseradish and butter slathered on those thick, soft slices of Italian bread. My class was last to eat lunch, …
MTO Vickey Daley
Continued from Colleen Garibotti MTO... Pick-up was proud of his detective work. Now, watching nature-loving suburbanites wasn't just about teeth. It was about figuring out what made them tick. What their dreams were, their hurts, their fears. He had a few regulars he kept tabs on--which was why it was so strange his next adventure …
MTO Colleen Garibotti
The man in a rusty pick-up, a hoarder, parked in the same spot in the Metroparks, the little lot on the sharp curve beneath the railroad bridge. He backed in to view the walkers, joggers, and bicycle riders on the asphalt trail. He'd been coming every night to tally and fantasize. His beloved possessions piled …
MTO Becky Marr
Being a mom, it's been called "the most difficult job on the planet" by Oprah Winfrey and contradicted (hilariously) by Bill Burr, who maintains that bleeding-out soldiers, broiling roofers, and Appalachian coal miners just might have it a little harder than moms. Fine. Maybe it's not as hard as getting shot and killed, but momming …
MTO Gina Tabasso
Gina's baby was sick again. She hated to see any of them sick, but Prince Caspian--shortened to Princey--held a special place in her heart. He was her first, a white and grey Turkish Angora named after a character in one of her favorite books. The poor boy coughed and arched his back, trying to get …
MTO Mike Friend
An operating room nurse in a Level V trauma hospital, Mike was no stranger to blood. He'd seen hundreds of surgeries, massive burns, stabbings, and gunshot wounds. But no matter how many car accidents got wheeled into the OR, he never got used to the caprice of mass x acceleration in rearranging bones, organs, and …
MTO Adam Saint
Adam was the first on his block to get a robotic lawn mower. The kid who had been cutting his grass was gouging him and missing whole swaths. When Adam pointed out the sloppy workmanship, the kid shrugged and blamed it on dull blades. But Adam knew better; the only dull blade was the kid. …
MTO Ian Saint
Barefoot, bare-everything, Ian stood on top of the wreckage of the C-117D, his long hair lifted by fingers of wind. The photographer loved the juxtaposition of Ian's Nordic hair against a metallic sky. Because of the coming storm, no other tourists would be climbing all over the cockpit wreckage and getting in the way. The …
MTO Sean Seebach
It's funny, the things you do, not because you don't have the mettle or even the will, but because you've had your quota of annoying conversations, and when a man gets home from working a 12+ hour shift at Aldi, he's plumb out of energy. Enter Sean's neighbor, Harold. Ensconced on a folding chair in …
KL Griffiths 