fiction – Joshua Bove's Portfolio

The Face On My Wall

There’s a face on my living room wall. It was behind the bookshelf. I don’t know why I moved the shelf. I guess since the house is mine now, after my parents left it to me, I just wanted to rearrange some stuff. Anything to make it look less like the place I spent myContinue reading “The Face On My Wall”

Harvest

“This might be the year.” Dale reckons. I nod. He doesn’t need to get specific. The last two harvests have been bad, and considering we just shoveled four rows of stalk-rotted corn into a cart, this one may be our last. Dale laughs bitterly. “Denny, did’ya hear what Willard Towman said in English class yesterday?Continue reading “Harvest”

The City of The Glass Dove

“I think that’s my pen, Johnson.” I prodded. I had no reason to, of course. Everett Johnson, my next-door cubicle neighbor of seven years, frowned. “I’m pretty sure I have a blue pen like this one. To be fair, I found it on the floor between us…” I knew Johnson, just like me, was internallyContinue reading “The City of The Glass Dove”