Fiction

"At Ray & Judy's Bookstore, Study 2" by Onelio Marrero, 10" x 8​"​ Oil On Canvas Board

FICTION ISSUE #27

The Waiting Moon

By Thomas Benz
 
 

Jarrett wakes with the disorienting sense that he has missed something, that there has been some lapse and he must try to figure out what’s gone wrong. Passengers are wearily lining up in the aisle, jostled by the accustomed roughness of the old rails. The street and buildings out the window are upscale, mildly forbidding and unfamiliar…
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FICTION ISSUE #26

Winter Rose

By Vi Khi Nao
 
 

When it rains, which it hasn’t. At least not lately. But when it rains, which can be in the Spring or Fall, Nicole’s nipples become alert and her vulva swells up with clouds of feelings and illusions….
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"Mystic's Revenge" by D.S West, Digital Multimedia (photography, drawings [pen and ink, marker, pastels], digital effects, and manual corruption [glitch])

FICTION ISSUE #25

The Tall House

By Amanda Rodriguez
 
 

All the unmarried women in town lived in the Tall House. We called it that because the house rested high up on long stilts. There was never any danger of flooding, though….
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"Paradox" by Fabrice Poussin, Photograph, Mud Season Review

FICTION ISSUE #24

Victory Garden

By Brent Fisk
 
 

When I’m working in the garden in the heat of August, ripping out the plants that failed to thrive, I think of my grandmother under her straw hat, her small trowel in her hand and a red bandana knotted at her throat. She was partial to shade-lovers—hostas, creeping Jenny, and coral bells…
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“Mansfield from Lake Champlain” by Matt Brown, 10 1/4” x 10 1/4” Color Woodblock Print, Mud Season Review

FICTION ISSUE #23

Fly in the Ointment

By Nathan Leslie
 
 

Happiness is a place called Fawn Lake. Happiness is the rose-laden trellis by the pool, the gentle burbling of the hot tub; the pool dangles over the lake improbably. The sun glows delightfully—neither too hot nor too distant. Perfect sailboats dot the lake, their sails blowing in the ever-so-slightly wafting wind…
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"Early Evening" by Jason Tako, 15" x 30" Oil on Linen. Private Collection., Mud Season Review Artist.

FICTION ISSUE #22

Sons

By Caitlin Hamilton Summie
 
 

When I was eight, my father woke me in the middle of the night to watch a calf being born. I woke to the rolling, rich sound of his laughter, then boards creaking as he climbed the stairs. Before I could drift back to sleep on my warm, soft feather tick, my door opened. I smelled the cold air on him, a whiff of manure, and sat up in bed…
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*Image: "Seveso" by Marcy Hermansader, 30" x 45” Color Pencil and Acrylic on Paper, 1981., Mud Season Review Artist.

FICTION ISSUE #21

June was Fierce, Simple

By Jessica Bryant Klagmann
 
 

It was really going on Thursday. Pietro went out in the middle of the night, not to see the stars but to water his plants. He wasn’t aware of the stars, not yet. He tripped over the hose. He swore the way his mother had taught him. As he sat in the dirt, smacking dust from his slacks, he looked up and noticed that indeed there were stars, many of them…
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"Via Della Spada" by Galen Cheney, 45" x 120" Oil and Enamel on Wood Panels

FICTION ISSUE #20

The Record We’re Writing

By Tyler Barton
 
 

The Sunday after all this happened, the Gettysburg Examiner reported that Austin Harris flipped his go-kart six times. I was thirteen then, sensitive to nothing but myself, but now I wonder: why even include the number?…
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FICTION ISSUE #19

An Unknown Place

By Evan D. Williams, with illustrations by Meredith C. Bullock
 
 

It was the afternoon of the first moon landing and John D. Hinepaw Junior hunched in the loam of his backyard. He searched for chewed leaves on his bean plants and found none and then he blinked toward the fence posts now soft with lichen and resolved he would take no chances with the rabbits this year….
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"Willing" by Karen Henderson, 9"x9" Fiber and Mixed Media, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #18

How I Found God in the Laundromat

By Sam Gridley
 
 

Actually He was a little white-haired Jewish lady. But therein lies the tale. As a twelve-year-old I scorned the ritual of becoming a man. The religious part of it, I mean, which included meeting each Thursday with the assistant rabbi to study my Haftarah portion, the verses from the Prophets that I would chant at my Bar Mitzvah….
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