MARCH AROUND THE FIELD by Sam Gridley
MARCH AROUND THE FIELDby Sam Gridley
“I want to march around the field and sing again,” Lexie announced as she stepped into the living room. Meg gaped at her.Outside, brick and concrete and asphalt conspired...
THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLE by Joram Piatigorsky
THE MIRACLE OF ESTELLEby Joram Piatigorsky
For the third time in a row Benjamin didn’t have a single matching pair in the cards he held in his hands. His frustration doubled when Estelle flashed her...
TERRIBLE BLUE by Peter Hoppock
TERRIBLE BLUEBy Peter Hoppock The pure blue sky peals in Barton’s ears like a single note from a church organ; harsh and unrelenting enough to shatter the thick glass of the picture window of his...
THE ELEVENTH INCIDENT by Bruce A. Heap
THE ELEVENTH INCIDENTby Bruce A. Heap
Writers as we know are an odd lot. Rarely are they satisfied with a work and when they are, they are at the whim of the reader who may...
THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVEN by A. Elizabeth Herting
THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVENby A. Elizabeth Herting
The residents of the Happy Haven Retirement Community had no idea where the cat came from, just that he had been living there for as long...
WILD THINGS by Christina Kapp
WILD THINGSBy Christina Kapp
Nana’s body had been outside for upwards of fifteen hours and was partially frozen before anyone found her. Her discovery might have taken even longer, but one of her ponies pushed...
NEW YORK SOUVENIR by Luke Bandy
NEW YORK SOUVENIRby Luke Bandy
Fred held the copper coin in his fingertips. Its color almost matched his hair and its value matched how he felt about himself. He tightened a grip on the penny...
ALWAYS LOVE by Brandon Abbott
ALWAYS LOVEby Brandon Abbott
The old man sat alone and watched the family from a distance. If they noticed, they didn't seem to care. Four of them picnicked in the center of the park, beneath...
TRYING AGAIN by Fran Turner
TRYING AGAINby Fran Turner
Marcella remembers the shotgun pointed at her face. Like the robber’s third eye, hard and filled with a dull smolder. First, the terror paralyzed her, cold air trapped in her lungs.“Don’t...
THE INTERVIEW by Ken Puddicombe
INTERVIEWby Ken Puddicombe
As I ate my fried rice, I wondered if I should engage him in conversation. Or, would he think I was intruding?I tried breaking the ice. “Are you on lunch?”He wore no...