Fiction - Year VII - Number 54 - 2022

At first, the knock startled me—two quick raps of the knuckle followed by one hard strike—a distinctive and demanding announcement, leaving no doubt in my mind who was standing in the hall. I ran...

Most good people go quietly.—Frank Serpico Steven walked briskly up the stairs, signed forms, entered the crowded elevator, strode down the corridor, finally entered a small overheated room. He looked about. Curled up beside Theo...

My sister pops over for breakfast every Sunday. Like it’s a family ritual or something. She insists we need structure in our lives now that we’re both in Toronto and on our own. I...

It’s difficult to say when it started. Perhaps between the third and fourth coffee during that Friday morning. It could’ve been as I rasped the broom around ceiling corners where cobwebs swirled and bent...

A dark light emerges from the endless nothingness that is death. “What the hell is going on?” asked Clifford. As the dark light dissipated Clifford found himself sitting down in a white chair at...

It began like how it always does for Xavier Back, with the sound of loud, heavy, shallow breathing. The tunnel-visioning that blackened his sight. This was one of his famous panic attacks. Where he...

“It’s over,” he said.The Ferris wheel on which we sat just reached the top, jerked, and froze as if it was confused too. As if hearing my heart breaking the cloudy sky let out...

Charles sat in front of his old TV with his son Harper, watching the evening news. "The latest reported death numbers for today are another 4,304 North Korean soldiers, and 305 U.S. soldiers." The...

The worker pushed down the bar into the couple’s lap locking them in the cart. Michael sat to the left of Shelly. The cart was shaped like a swan, and its size pushed the...

Olivia sat under a painted sky watching the suns go down. Her husbands had put the children to bed and now she was enjoying a moment of blissful quiet. It had been over ten...