Terrain.org fiction in this issue:
  

The Berrigans of Butte, Montana
by Patrick Burns, with Audio

I am in the closet with my grandmother. I call her Gram. My mother and her brothers call her Ma. With no light in the closet we are alone among the coats. She was cooking when the thunder started — rubbing the skin of an eight-pound turkey — so her hands are slick with butter. She’s afraid of the lightning and spends most storms in the closet since, as a child in Ireland, she saw her brother struck down and killed.
  

The Return of Migrating Birds
by Ron Rindo

Kate had always hoped to marry a man unafraid of the ricochets of her consciousness, someone to whom she could reveal complicated feelings without fear of retributive anger or pouting.  To her first husband, she had wanted to be able to say, for example, that sleeping with only one man in her life had, in retrospect, not been a wise decision.  How to say such a thing without being hurtful?
  

Drinking Hurricanes
by Jonathan Dozier-Ezell

Miller Lite still tastes weak and sudsy no matter how close the hurricane comes. There’s the drop in pressure, but no, that doesn’t do it. The beer’s still all head as it floods the tap and brims over. Connor pulls another; he knows my pace. He tips the mug on its beveled glass bottom, but the mug still foams its barley mattress. We both sit and wait a moment: expectant.