Fiction

"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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"So Close" by Gina Williams, Photograph, 2013, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #17

Perigee

By Marie Curran
 
 

The beauty catches in my throat as we pull onto the road to Asher and Moira’s farm, my husband beside me and our daughter in the backseat. It’s thirty minutes from our home in town, but we have not visited in months. Asher’s zinnias and onions, ripening pumpkins, and Moira’s pecking hens in a meadow of goldenrod meet us on the narrow dirt road up to the old farmhouse…
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FICTION: ISSUE #16

Visiting Sarah

By Rebecca Fishow
 
 

My sister Sarah meets me at the San Diego Airport. I am transit-tired, unwashed. I smell my sweat mixing with the thick hibiscus air. She pulls up in her pimped-out Altima, its rims shiny, windows tinted opaque, luring people into caring who is inside. She steps out of the car and onto the curb…
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"#25 Rain" by Ramsay Wise, 24" x 30" Spray Paint and Acrylic on Canvas, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #15

The Minister

By Eric Barnes
 
 

When someone dies in the North End, there is a funeral. Many people attend. It is our only communal act. There are really no other reasons for a crowd to gather. There is a church downtown that still has a minister, an older man I see sometimes near the corner store or near the church itself, where he sweeps the wide steps leading up to the entrance…
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"The Knot of Moonlight" by Bill Wolak, 11" x 8" Digital Collage, August 2015, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #14

We Have Commandeered Our Bodies to Science

By Jacob Guajardo
 

We are confined to a room day and night while the doctor runs tests, while we run out of stories to tell each other. We do not remember arriving. We remember only our lives before and not this room. Today the doctor hammers a bottle of lotion against his palm until it hisses, then gives up….
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"The Amygdala Project XXXVII" by Abigail Nelson, 22 x 30 Acrylic and Gel on W/C Paper, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #13

Brother’s Keeper

By Sandra Hunter
 
 

He is walking. He is about to turn the corner. She is at the window waiting since noon, since last year’s announcement on the church noticeboard, last month’s update, last week’s email, waiting for her temporary Sudanese, temporarily in her living room, her kitchen, her guest room, temporarily so grateful to her American family…
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Still from "Substratae," an Animated Film by Margie Kelk, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #12

Get Gregory Out

By Genevieve Plunkett
 
 

Patty met Gloria through one of those little paper tabs that you have to try to tear upward, so that you don’t lose part of the phone number. She had never liked introductions by phone—all those disembodied shifts in tone, the liftoff of questions that never seemed to settle—but she had taken the number…
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Secret Path by Caitlin Crowley, Medium Format Film Photography Darkroom Print, 8"x10", Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #11

Say Uncle

by Robert Earle
 
 

As my father parked at the strip mall on Germantown Pike, a man walked in front of our car toward Filbert’s pharmacy. He was shorter and heavier and his hairline had receded more, but he looked like my father…
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"Dwellings" by Margie Kelk, Ceramic, Photo credit: Steven Crainford, Mud Season Review

FICTION: ISSUE #10

The Tale of How I. I. Settled the Quarrel with I. N.

by Srđan Srdić
 
 

I wished to be left alone, I felt the need to add and subtract, to perform these operations. I felt I could no longer bear it, I packed and left, they didn’t make any trouble. They seemed not to care, one left, another came, as elsewhere….
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"Road to Palouse Falls," by Allen Forrest, Oil on Canvas, 18' x 24", Mud Season Review

FICTION ISSUE #9

Persistence Hunting

by Dave Essinger
 
 

My running shoes have hardened into new shapes since the last time I wore them, and they’re stiff on my feet. The half mile to Andrew’s house loosens them a little, but they don’t stop sliding on my heels. Maybe it’s my feet that have changed, though; maybe my shoes are the same….
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