Salamander 2024 Fiction Contest

SUBMIT: May 1 through June 2, 2024 | READING FEE: $15

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The Red Cape

Fiction
  Orlando’s mother, Grace, once said she’d make a terrible liar. I know why she said this. Her face showed her every emotion. I have never had that problem myself.…

Old Money

Fiction
  My great-grandfather’s grandfather bought the island and built the house. Before that, the island was nobody’s. There was evidence of Indians, great piles of clamshells near the southern tip,…

Blue Dot

Fiction
  Once upon a time, you and I climbed out the front window of the second story where I lived and onto the roof of the porch. We blinked and…

Humping the Bush

Fiction
  There is a photograph of our father in an olive drab T-shirt and jungle fatigues, his still-plentiful hair clipped close to his head. He’s crouched on a bald knob…

A Hunting Trip

Fiction
  JP is dreaming and Carlos is in the dream. They’re back in the desert, walking toward a road. In the last two weeks, three Humvees have been blown up…

When Desire Can’t Find Its Object

Fiction
  Three snowy egrets. The birds floated through the viewfinder. Stillness. I turned north, drove hard a thousand miles back to where I’d lived my entire life at the bottom…

Dimension

Fiction
  Two points: my math teacher Mr. Umbec died two years ago. I gave his dog a home. I’m not sure of Quad’s age or whether I should think of…

The Last Auspicious Day

Fiction
  When he arrives, she is waiting with her hands painted for another man. He sits at the far end of the sofa, the middle cushion a buffer. But she…

Jimmy’s Day Off

Fiction
  I’d been leaving my bicycle in the living room since Pam left. Just in case she ever drops back in. There’s a nice tire tread worn into the carpet.…

Miracle at Hawk’s Bay

Fiction
  Matthew High. We knew it would be him. Even before Hannah turned him over, we just knew it. It was Annie who saw him from the road. “Look,” she…

DDT

Fiction
  Kay leaned on the front porch railing on the north side of her grandparents’ house, flicking peeling paint to the driveway below. The afternoon wind had gone elsewhere, and…

Jerusalem As a Second Language

Fiction
Jerusalem For Asher, a time of confusion, a time of desire. One month, and he had yet to kiss Galina, yet to hold her hand. Their most intimate moments were…