CHRISTMAS TREE HEIST by Angela Smith
CHRISTMAS TREE HEISTby Angela Smith
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing on the other end of my cellphone. Someone had been cutting down the Colorado blue spruce trees, Fraser fir trees, and even a...
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
Peggy splashed water on her face and left the ladies’ room. The dry heat of late June in Madrid had made her feel faint. Wooden floors groaned under her step,...
THE WOMAN by Christopher Carroll
THE WOMANby Christopher Carroll
Todd climbed into his car after leaving the bar. The sky fell out from underneath, as the wind pressed up against the car. It sounded like a bullet train was passing...
THE RUN by Stan Dryer
THE RUNby Stan Dryer
Harry Staunten had travelled far in Thatchford. He had run its broad streets in springtime, between the ample lawns bright with blooming shrubs. He had lapped the track at Langley Park...
THE BROKEN COMPASS by Ciaran McLarnon
THE BROKEN COMPASSby Ciaran McLarnon
From a distance they seemed smooth and angular, but still snow managed to cling to the slate-grey peaks that kept the landing strip secluded. Bryce watched through the porthole beside...
GOOD MORNING by Samuel Stone
GOOD MORNINGby Samuel Stone
The unmistakable foreignness of the body is the first thing that occurs to me. It’s the first thing to really occur to me this day, since I’ve only just woken up,...
MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLIS
MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLISby Matilda Zhao
It was a freezing morning. I skipped my morning class. My Jewish culture and family history professor would be mad at me, I know. But...
ROLEPLAYING by Matt Gillick
ROLEPLAYINGby Matt Gillick
The man got in the truck after the driver made the point that he shouldn’t be out in the open when the fog rolled in. They were driving now. The passenger’s name...
ANNIVERSARY by Jessica Spindler
ANNIVERSARYBy Jessica Spindler
Olivia slumped into the hotel room’s lime green armchair and propped her legs on the ottoman. She ran her fingers over the golden tin cigarette holder and popped the clasp. “I thought you...
THE SPIN CYCLE by Donna Lee Miele
THE SPIN CYCLEby Donna Lee Miele
The top-load stuck at drain.A problem because Frank’s good work pants were in there. He only had two pairs—the others were tar-stained from a driveway job he probably should’ve...