Issue: NiftyLit #17

AN Grace

"Aoife seemed to open the door and cross her arms in one swift action, as if she'd never moved at all and had always been cast in stone."

Jimmy Lis

"Bill looked past Joyce, out the window, imagining his son parked in the cell phone lot of the Minneapolis airport, awaiting his father’s call, like so many late nights innocently posed at the front bay window of their home, hoping his father could, at least, be home in time to tuck him in."

Bubba Henson

"Thank you, she says and extends her arm across the tablecloth, offering her hand. I take it and we hold hands while they guzzle the second double. Less than 60 seconds."

Hannah Terrent

"This was not the argument he was planning to revive. That argument was dead, withered like an ancient mummy and stuck in the closet where it would always remain out of sight, yet never buried. He sighed, 'Look. All I want is a terrapin, is that so much to ask?'"