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,...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
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,...
DR. WHO ON CRACK by Tristan Dupasquier
Joe couldn’t tell what time it was. He had been in here (the hospital?) for a couple of days now. There are no windows. The lack of sunlight has troubled him, the static coming...
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...
A TRAGIC NIGHT AT THE LAUNDRY by Briyanna Dorminvil
Chris' and James' parents dropped them off at the laundry. As the oldest child, Chris was in charge.
"Watch over your brother Chris. Also, do not fight with him, " their father said.
"Alright, I...
THE NEW LIFE OF RAYMOND BLACK by Carl Nord
Old slippers, those repugnant slippers worn by Agnes, the building manager slowly and methodically shuffled down the hallway. I could hear ‘em scratching along from down the hall. I was sitting in my room...