Betty and the Squelchy Saurus
Betty was hanging wet towels on the clothesline when a faded blue Plymouth Roadking came up the drive. Someone had donated the car to the Six Sisters orphanage back in 1952, and Sister Mary Margaret...
View ArticleTemporary Saints
I hate it when it’s kids. I hate it when a new saint is wheeled in and it’s an eight-year-old hollowed out by their sanctity and turned monstrous with growths. I hate it when I know outside there are...
View ArticleCupid and Psyche at the Caffé Sol Y Mar
Psyche has given up and signaled for the check by the time Cupid pulls up on his red scooter. He runs his fingers through his hair, grimacing as he works the wind tangles out. She thinks she can...
View ArticleFrom the Editor
Hello and welcome to Year 4 of Fireside! This is the first issue we funded under our summer subscription drive. Right now, we have enough money to bring you 6,000 words a month, about one short story...
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