Crossing
            The Bridge by Bob Church

            

              

                
 
 
                
"Yea… you could
                  say he's 'rangy', I guess," Merrill Keck paused and extended
                  his tongue between his lips slightly, just far enough to pick
                  a small piece of tobacco off the tip. Then, depositing the speck
                  in the aluminum ashtray sitting on the bar, he continued. "However,
                  if you ask me, the word doesn't begin to really describe him."
              
            

            
 

            
Pittsburgh
            (1980) by Guy Hogan

            

              

                
 
 
                
The warm summer night waited
                  outside. It was Saturday night. Inside, these two sat in the
                  air conditioned low lighting near the dance floor. She attended
                  the University of Pittsburgh, and now sat looking down at her
                  hands holding the tall glass of crushed ice and mixed fruit juice
                  on the table top. Several couples were dancing on the raised
                  dance floor.
 
              
            

            
 

            
December's Short Stories:

            
Ferry
            Tale by Bob Church

            
Following
            The Star... by Jo Janoski

            
The
            Twenty Dollar Suit by Guy
            Hogan