Berkeley Fiction Review

The Young Mayor of Villa Sorgo

With a clogged throat and quivering bowels he’d watched the river of muscle flow beneath his…
Perfume and Cigarettes

Mrs. Marion heard Ronnie’s car turn into the driveway, and then shortly afterward the top of…
In the Name of the Son

His mind raced over a series of firsts. The first time he used a men’s room;…
Spectators

The world raced by in the opposite direction, a dazzling blur of sun-kissed blues and greens…
Artists & Writers Now Paid in Future Issues

For the first time in our journal’s history, we are now able to pay all creatives…
The Smell of Dirt

I think there’s something about a funeral at midday, in the dead heat of summer. Something…
His Scaly Self

Gradually, he grew accustomed to his alternate form, to the point that he could forget about…
Fitting Rooms

I heard the sliding door of the bathroom creak before she opened the shower curtain a…
Shirt

I am 100% silk. Please be careful with me! I catch easily on sharp things like…
How to Ask Your White Teacher for a Letter of Recommendation

Compliment her, ah, unfettered teaching style. Don’t mention the bewildering feeling you had in her class,…