PARK PEOPLE by Thomas Belton
“You can neither lie to a neighborhood park, nor reason with it.
Jane Jacobs
Most people may use the city parks to wander through for an hour or more, to read a book or walk the...
SHE DESERVED TO DIE by Nicola Vallera
Ms. Calidor, 87 years old, was a lovely person. Apart from an innate hate for bugs—that she saw as plant enemies—she badmouthed nobody, and she wouldn’t say no if you needed help. Some people...
THE GIRL IN THE PICTURE by Mary Casey Sturk
Lisa never liked that picture of herself. She looked so happy in it, with a big semi-toothless smile and her long light brown hair with bangs. There was the dress. The burgundy and cream...
TRAPPED AND IMAGING (?) A TALKING SEA TURTLE by Janet Mason
At first, I pretend that I’m not trapped. How could I be? Afterall, I named myself Dick Moby—after that thick book I found floating in the sea which I promptly absorbed into my massive...
HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR by Stephanie Daich
HOW DID I BECOME THE BEGGAR
“Lady, lady, stop ignoring me.” The loud voice from the wheelchair reverberates against the walls, overriding the chatter of people walking the mall.
“If I don’t look at him, I...
DINNER DATE by Britton Griffin
Jacob rounded the corner as the rain covered the city. His mind raced with thoughts as he considered what he was doing. He was to go on a date with one of the...
THE BIG GULP by Fernanda Franco
I stood in front of a poster board while I waited outside. A cherry slushy in a clear cup with the words Big Gulp printed in bubble font staring back at me. I tilted...
THE SMARTIE by R. H. Nicholson
Professor Elias McCracken bound through the door of his mint green Victorian home, his arms full of books, his briefcase bursting with ungraded essays, his trench coat flapping, tamping his shoes on the...
SHE WHO HIDES by Tania Gissela
She Who Hides
Every Saturday at 1 A.M., I wake up and drive in the moonlit avenues.
It all started with a dream. Behind her was a white car—my white car. She was standing beneath the...
LITTLE ELEANOR WATTS by Kendra Martin
I’m gonna get you now.
After scoping out the town laundromat for weeks to find the best entrance, Eleanor set her sights on the tiny side window that remained cracked until the store closed at...