...Celia Laskey © 2017 Celia Laskey 2017 Celia Laskey Snow Angel I go into the Pancake House to hang more signs. The smell of sausage and syrup and damp down jackets infuses the air. The cashier says I can tape it to the front door. One outside, one inside? I ask. Sure, he says. As I...

... the feeling that he was the only person on the island. He had to park on the gravel shoulder in front of his house because a large piece of plywood lay across the driveway. That was a bad sign. The panel was the size of his patio door, which is what it should have still been covering. A couple...

... door I was in the entryway hearing them say the same things I’d heard before. Ma’am, the para- medic said, we’re going to have to open the car door and bring you inside. She wasn’t awake and was leaning against the window, so if they opened it she would fall to the ground. That’s what happened...

.... “I told you to get ready and stop horse-playing!” Lawrence tried to get away from her and tripped over the oven door that had been opened to warm the house. The door broke off. He burnt his back and cried even louder and all I could do was watch. I wanted to rescue him. I...

... mother that she called out on impulse. The thing made a half turn and faded gently backward through the wall. Later the hands, and the following weekend Rita, our au pair, also awakened by hands. It all began in your absence. Doors would slam upstairs and we’d turn up...

... that it’s time for bed soon, but my father either doesn’t hear her or doesn’t care. “And he’s taking appointments for new acts, and all these peo- ple are coming through the door, lining up and waiting for their minute with him.” My father licks at the corner of his mouth. His breath smells...

... cupboard but no mouse jumps out. I take out a pack of spaghetti. Another mouse runs along the counter top. I scream. One mouse I can cope with, maybe two, but three is too many. I slam the kitchen door shut and shove an old pullover into the gap at the bottom. I phone for a pizza. I sit and watch telly. e...

... and Mick is right there, guiding all that tension, singing “Let it go now, come on up babe.” The notes get shorter and shorter and higher and higher until I become the song, like I figured out how to get inside of it. Finally Mick lets out a “yeah” that sounds like he just burst out the front door...

..., Well, old man, go fix the animal! He didn t know what to do. He was bald. It would take Samson at least a year to grow out his hair, destroy the Los Angeles version of Philistines, and make love to this backseat psychic Delilah. He got out of the car and slammed the door, but he was forced to reenter...

... says, sticking the bill down her top. “Get outta here,” I says. She walks out, the bell on the door tinkling behind her. The next day at work, that chick comes back. Same timing, while my boss is on break. minnesota review 86 (2016) DOI 10.1215/00265667-3457507  © 2016 Lisa Lynn...

...Christopher Citro Christopher Citro Single Male Seeks Someone Who’ll Stay I opened the door to get the paper last Sunday, and there was a goose standing on the front step. It looked up at me, then took one step to the side making room for me to pass. So I did. What else was there to do...

...Chelle Miko © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 25 Chelle Miko Happy Hour at the After School Program Outside my office door, the kid paces like a man, frets and stalks the big hand...

... doorbell over and over and the other holds a 12″ vinyl record. He turns his head toward me and I duck behind the couch. I’m as still as I’ve ever been. All is quiet. I know you’re in there, Bono says. I saw the blinds move. Just open the door and let me give you our new...

..., but everything here is trash. “Do you want to go in?” he asks. “More than anything.” There is a bald man behind the counter who asks to see our IDs as soon as the door opens. We are almost twenty-five. Sometimes when we go out together, they scan our licenses to make sure they are real...

... Christmas morning and asked if Dad could come in that afternoon, by which he meant door-to-door enforcement of the no-burn ordinance, put in place to keep smoke from smothering town like it had in years past. Dad seemed honored in a way I found touching, despite myself. He put on an old cap, took it off...

...Jim Whiteside © 2015 Jim Whiteside 2015 Jim Whiteside Scenes 1. The boy leaves you alone in the hotel.       He closes the door, and by the time it latches, he can hear you crying. You’re already feeling sick. This is the version of the story...

...: this gave each room an unreal cast made the river and West Side t raffic beyond uncanny and futuristic. As though we were stranded comfortably on Mars. Even with this enormous marlin on the wall over the door. Did you see this, she said. Pointing at the counter in the kitchen. I mean, look at them? she said...

... for their candidates were awakened by knocks on their doors in the middle of the night. “We’re looking for houses,” the people said when the others opened their doors into the night air. “We buy homes! Fair prices. Cheap fees.” And when residents realized that people simply were stumbling...

... into the layer that covered town. We fired up the natural- gas fireplace. By Thursday, I could see my breath as I skated home from school. I opened the front door and found Grandma naked and lying on the floor halfway between the bathroom and the hallway. I walked over softly. The grandfather clock...

... occasionally on, so there was no point in trying to run the air conditioning. I would sit in the front room of my house in the evening with the front door open, but for security I would keep the old, wooden shutters —​the nineteenth- century version of a screen door, fourteen feet high —​bolted shut...