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...
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...
COMFORTING ABODE by Dell R. Lipscomb
Hinges squealed like the wail of a distressed sprite as the bathroom stall door swung open, its outer edge nearly grazing a young woman standing outside the stall. The woman, dressed in gray slacks...
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...
ART PROJECT by John Tavares
On a lark, Taglia bought a lottery ticket, after joking with his favorite convenience store clerk over the size of the jackpot, twenty-four million dollars. Meanwhile, he bought his nightly takeout coffee and a...
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...
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...
DYE by Cassandra Booth
Margaret had not slept for three nights. That familiar ache behind the eyes gnawed away at her the same way a beetle gnaws a leaf. This would be the fourth sleepless night, what with...
THE THRALLS OF THE BLISTERING COLD Jensen Goudeau
There was was nothing but a frenzied swirl of snow out side of the mouth of the cavern and darkness up ahead from what Cian could tell. The air smelled of mold and rust....
THE BEGINNING OF THE END by Melissa Welch
Throwing my clothes into the washer, I slam the door with all the irritation I feel building up and insert the coins. The whirring lulls me into a false sense of safety and routine....