THE HUSBANDS by Erika Neenan
THE HUSBANDS
“Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”
“Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.
“I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...
BLOW-UP BELLA by James Hanna
THE HUSBANDS
“Oh please. You cannot still be crying over him.”
“Well….he was….my husband...” The past tense uttered for the first time sent Laurel into a second round of head-in-hands sobs.
“I have three ‘was’ husbands honey,...
SEE YOU NEXT TIME by Morris McLennan
SEE YOU NEXT TIME
John stayed over Tuesday and Wednesday. I gave him a couple of stickers for his car so he could park on the street. I called in sick from work when he...
MAYBE TOMORROW by Michael Gray
I’ll sit out on the porch, maybe smoke a cigarette, or drink a Coke. When someone comes along, I’ll smile like I’m just passing time carefree. But passersby know better. They don’t make eye...
TWIN BROTHER’S CHOICE by Angelika Rose
Dan, who was a heavy drinker was told by his brother after the moon reached the highest point in the sky to meet in secret. “I really don’t want to do this… but I’ll...
LAVENDER LATTE Dan Shpyra
The magical scent diffused amid old wooden panels; the pungent mix of coffee and cinnamon smells dominated the room. The dim lights of industrial lamps were barely enough to illuminate The Old Bean. The...
GOING HOME by L. Shapley Bassen
Nature is a con artist that uses misdirection as deftly as sleight-of-hand to keep the thing moving and hidden, but at some cost, genius can beat the shell game. Michael Gottesman of Isle...
VILLAINOUS VENTURE by Patrick O’Shea
Flashing lights, pinging sounds, and carnival noises roar throughout the arcade. Kids run from one machine to the next, waving stacks of tickets all about, anticipating what they can afford at the prize booth....
BLOOD STAINS OVER TEAR STAINS by Zean Vicente
Rigid Heartbeat. Shaking hands. Ragged breathing. Blood stains. Low moans. Distant screams. This is what I live for. Hearing people scream and cry over loved ones and losing their lives, brought absolute joy to...
BREAK THE ICE, NOT THE WATER by Emily Buenafuente
“I hate this.”
“No one asked you to be here.”
“What’s your name, again?”
The girl facepalmed and shook her head. “I told you; I don’t have one. I doubt you do either.”
“I don’t?” the boy asked,...