[ Download Digital Edition | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] In this edition of Neon we visit the quaint yet dystopian English town of Scarfolk, observe mysterious goings on in a grand hotel, meet a rather more respectable imaginary version of the president of the United States of America in a dream prison, sit in…
As a courtesy, the government manlets the manager sit in onthe surveillance. But the cameras are the hotel’s, and the manager thinksit’s his courtesy. The other agentsin the room could set him straight,but their chief signals them to stand down. On the screen they’re watching,a man viewed from the ceiling in green lightuneasily sleeps. Earlier…
There is a fist-sized hole in the concrete floor and another in the ceiling. The hole in the floor is bearded with sunblack shit, and at night the beetles climb out of it and crawl across my toes. The smell is worse in the daytime. Sometimes I stand under the hole in the ceiling and…
the rain chills him to the marrow.he is meant to be human, not humane,and the potential of the axe is resting, for now, on the scaffold. a lady’s head is bowed as she steps forward to the crowd, the weather darkening her hair, weighing her crown. the man can see the vertebrae of her spine,…
Flash fiction is one of our favourite forms, and so it’s always a pleasure to see it recognised by the annual Best Small Fictions anthology. The anthology has, this year, been adopted by Braddock Avenue Books, and will be guest-edited by none other than Amy Hempel…
[ Download Digital Edition | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] This issue of Neon has everything, from Faye Moorhouse’s beautiful graphic short story “The Cat Ladies Of Czechoslovakia” to Lynn Hoffman’s poetic investigation into the post-literary lives of various fictional characters (just what did happen to that Potter kid after the magic dried up, anyway?)….
My best friend in the Air Force was gay;she separated eighteen months before DADT became NOYFB. She worked in the basehospital; I worked the flightline. Once on a frosty October morning, tumble-weed skeletons piling up on the perimeter fence, I walked into her clinic. She wore her BDUswell, I thought. With blue gloves she lifted…
Previously published in Crack The Spine. The November we are fifteen we run away and the boys around the block put us up in a motel room on the turnpike that has a hole in the door so we can see everyone’s sneakers shuffling past. We write poetry and eat potato chips all week and…
Previously published in Shimmer. You used to be in the band; now you work on the asteroid. People you have to work with, they ask about it all the time when they find out. And they always find out – somebody always tells them. They all want to know what that’s like. “You used to…
They are in a field in one of the two town parks. This is the larger, nicer park, and so this is the park they like to take their children to on the weekends so that they may soak up the things that magazines say they should be soaking up. Children like jumping in colorful…