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  • The Pirate of Spirit Lake

    By Kim Barnes

    Spirit Lake was quiet at night, vacation homes edging the shore like distant ships. Ambra Zanetti hung her legs from the dock that sat higher above the water than it had the day before. The lake was dropping, the engineers said, because of holes punched in its …

  • Out Where Everyone Can See

    Jessica Halliday

    They were close to the lake road, thank the Lord. Six hours in the backseat next to Katie was almost not worth the trip.

    “Sit back!” her mother said. “Stop breathing down my neck.”

    “But I can’t see,” Katie said.

    “Listen to your mother.” Her father reached back …

  • Physick

    By Thom Caraway

    It used to work. He flipped the switch a few more times. Everything used to work, didn’t it? He scowled at the light switch, then looked around. The sun would be behind the hill in a couple hours. He’d gotten a later start than he would’ve liked …

  • This Has Nothing To Do With You

    By Luke Baumgarten

    In my memory, we approach the lake from the west, tromping hard on a thatch of pine needles that covers everything. CJ says we should go around to avoid the people, but Quinn has a look in his eye, and says going straight down the beach would …

  • The Neighbor

    By Makiia Lucier

    Beatrice would never have met him if she had not fallen into the lake. She understood that, later, with a clarity that came only with time, their encounter spun over and over in her mind.

    But she had fallen in. One moment kneeling at the edge of …

  • Paddling Lake Missoula

    By Paul Lindholdt

    Where the road dead-ends, a man and boy are casting lines. “Any luck?” I ask, my elbow out the car window as if to test the breeze. The creek is cloudy, the day overcast. “Just a few squaws.” The father frowns and turns back to casting.

    “He …

  • To An Athlete

    By Rachel Toor

    Not just because your body is beautiful but because of how you use it to slide through the water, the way your hairline crests the surface, hands reaching forward from strong shoulders, the pull of the submerged hourglass, he watches you. He critiques and corrects and sometimes …

  • Learning to Fly

    By Trent Reedy

    “Just jump,” said the girl. “What are you afraid of?” A golden trail danced on the water in the morning sun, blinding Callum where he watched the other two from the upper trail. The silhouette of the boy shook a little where it perched on the edge …

  • Across the Water

    By S.M. Hulse

    Hardly anyone was on the lake this early. A couple fishermen in aluminum boats, a solitary kayaker near the far shore. And Cal, in the canoe he’d bought at the local outdoor supply’s ding ’n’ dent sale a few years back. It was blue, which he’d heard …

  • Tantrum

    By Shawn Vestal

    In those days, our daughter would bang her head on the floor. She would bite us, hold her breath until her face purpled like a blood blister. Her shrieks would pierce the neighborhood, carry outward into other neighborhoods, into downtown Spokane and over to Idaho and Montana, …