Fiction: “Somebody’s Boy” by Diane Lechleitner

It was a sweltering day. August hot. Carpenter bees hovered in the still air. Flags hung limp and field crickets chirped in the tall dry grass. The boy was farther from home than he should be, more than a mile away, tromping through an unmowed hayfield. A small black dog ran alongside him, tongue drooping in the heat, burrs caught in his fur. Continue reading

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Spring 2012 Cover Contest

It’s that time of year again. Euphony is preparing to publish its Spring 2012 issue and we’re looking for a cover! We invite anyone who works with photography or any other visual art medium to enter out Spring 2012 Cover contest.

Send your images to euphonyjournal@gmail.com by Friday, April 20th. Each entry should be related to the theme of spring (at least tangentially). You are welcome to submit multiple entries. As the contest name indicates, the selected submission will appear as the cover of our next issue, and the winner will also receive contributor copies. We look forward to reviewing your submissions.

Cheers,
The Editors

Fiction: “How We Play It” by Shelley Stack

We are in a small room in the attic of the church. Most of the time it is used for Bible study, but once a week it’s where the support group meets. We talk, we compare symptoms, we complain about drug reactions, we cry. Like each one of us at this meeting, Sandy has a tumor roosting in her head, tucked in the lining around her brain. She’s been here before, maybe ten or eleven times after her first craniotomy. She’s a mess because she has to have a second. The tumor grew back, bigger than before.

Sandy’s whole name is Sandra Dee. She says not too many people remember that there was once a Sandra Dee who was an actor, an ingenue, a movie star. Sandy is from the generation that knows that, not mine. She’s nervous. She rubs her temple. She fingers the bumps on her forehead. She massages the skin that covers titanium screws around the keyhole in her skull. I broke that habit. I tell her it will be okay. After all, she’s still here. She recovered once. She’ll recover again. At least this time, she knows what she is facing. Not like the first time. The first time, nobody knows what’s coming.

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