Fiction - Year V - Number 43 - December 2020

            The coffee cup sitting in front of him had grown cold.             His crooked mouth twitched into a grin. “How are you, Miss Sylvia?”             “Shut up,” she snapped as she approached the table. “We’re...

Fresh trout was a treat Johnny Daughtry did not often enjoy. Dick Wootton was fishing up along the South Platte when he stopped at the camp and knocked on Johnny's door. Johnny dragged his stiff...

Osborn Gravic tugged on his muddy boots, straining to reach over his stomach to bend just enough to yank the tongues that forever curled inside his boot. He paused, catching his breath and puffing,...

I looked at the small stack of old books lying on the counter and called out to my wife, “Is this them?” “Yes, a couple are so old and worn that I don’t think you...

Like Kurt Vonnegut, “I let the dog out, or I let h in, and we talk some. I let h know I like h, and he me know he likes me.” And then this was...

            Matt wondered what sound Abby made when she hit the rocks below. How had she chosen the spot where she would go over the railing into the air for the last few seconds...

At midnight I approach the club with a somewhat vague desire to do harm to every second person in line, fortunately the bouncer waves me past all the young men with tattoos that reek...

Tanya had let it go on long enough.  Meeting with the Headmaster was her only option.  She worked at the Rochester Academy, a private All Girls school serving Kindergarten through 12th Grade on the...

The Let Down Henry honked the horn repeatedly in the driveway, letting Julia know he had arrived home from work. He stayed in the car because he was there to pick her up for what she...

Sultan was staring at a ghost. He wore a paper cap and a white apron that was tied behind his neck and held a long carving knife in his right hand. The ghost was...