Catch and Release

Mitch asks me when was the last time I kissed a woman. I count my thumb and index finger on my right hand, hold it up for Mitch to see, add years at the end. Yo...

Bubble Wand

(I.) “Mm.” Kim looked around, startled, as he entered his bedroom where his sister was deep in sleep. Her brow was furrowed and she groaned again before rolling...

Introduction to Other Cultures

As the chair of the hiring committee, I kept sneaking the application to the top of the pile, until we had a live interview.  I confess that I was startled when...

Ripple

A thirty-minute walk, past the high school senior parking lot, across the main road, and two lakes brings me home from school. Exactly thirty-six mailboxes mark...

Lonesome Prairie

Holding a cup of hot green tea, Marie sat in a white wicker chair on her front porch and watched the fading sunlight cover the Badlands formations in pastel sha...

What’s In a Name

On this day that was to change my life, I looked out over the sea of students, monks in front ranging from very young to those whose age exceeded my own. Behind...

Note from the Editor, Issue 4

As a child, July often meant a road trip with the family. We’d pile into the station wagon—a solid blue, Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser which I later totaled ...

Two Dollars to Show

I am a lonely old man in the corner booth of an all-night diner. On the table before me is a plate greasy with fried eggs and hash browns, a plate I’ll eventual...

By Truth Told

“Your daddy got the TB, huh?” Lori Lane said. “Yep,” I replied. Lori dragged the toe of her shoe across the dirt. “My daddy had it, but his doctor cleared it up...

The Dying Composer

Having been discovered on the floor of his loge after a Wagner opera, the dying composer is snatched up by friends and taken to his town house. The stern doctor...

Reckless Biking

While riding my bicycle, I almost hit a police car that is idling on the street. “Take it easy,” a cop says to me through his window. I realize I’m breaking the...

Now You Know How It Is

My girlfriend—get this—keeps asking me to take her back to my place. Aren’t you rushing things? I say. You may be twenty-eight but I’m nineteen. We do have a go...

The Thing You Fear

I work in a very old building. Parts of it were built in the late 1800s. Over the next thirty years additions were tacked on to the front of the original struct...

Kiwi

Greg Burton kicked an empty beer can up and down a freezing subway platform.  His sister Carol complained about the noise he was making, but the noise didn’t bo...

Rose of All the World

At five and forty, running a chore for a manager he despised, he drove for the first time to the outskirts of the City. The shabby, chugging misery of a car he ...

Ilh-eobeolin

I lose my husband in the heart of the Gwangjang Market in South Korea. A woman stops me outside of a mattress marketplace and points at her eyes, then at mine. ...

The Suppressed

(Curtains rise on OPHELIA, who is sipping tea at a café. YOEL walks by. They both make eye contact.) OPHELIA – (Under her breathe) Ugh. Here it comes… YOEL – Op...

Once A Fine Notion

The old house stands on the edge of a mudflat along the Cheyenne River. Most of the white paint that once made its wood glisten in the sun has peeled off and be...

Note from the Editor, Issue 1

It’s a privilege to introduce three great pieces for our inaugural issue! I started Bull & Cross looking for stories, and these authors delivered. I l...

The Voices in Roberta’s Head

Roberta and Joel sat on Roberta’s couch. An episode of Sherlock played on the TV. Roberta stared blankly at it. Joel looked longingly at Roberta. The voices in ...

3 Brief Flashes

ANXIETY ATTACK I remember being thirteen and coming up from the depths of our backyard pool after holding my breath longer than any human being ever had. I expe...

Smallness

Janelle was small and birdlike but comparisons to Piaf are inapt. She sang in our guitar-based bar band, was its cynosure and only drawing card. When she died i...