Three Stories by Barry Peters

A breeze blows through the window in the middle of the summer night. Jean-Michel, lying awake beside Brigitte, raises both hands, feels the air against his palms, closes his fingers into fists.

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“Oarsmen Wanted” by Joe Milan Jr.

Every other Sunday night, dad manned the rudder while we rowed the one-eighth replica Viking ship east across the bay.

“It’s All Good” by Brittany Ackerman

I meet my boss for lunch at Kaya Sushi House in Mar Vista.  It’s not quite Venice Beach and not quite Culver City either, somewhere in between the two.  I’m in a plaid skirt and a grey muscle tee with my leather jacket.  I’m trying out the badass LA look, which I feel confident enough today to pull off.