Fiction – Year VIII – Number 59 – March 2023

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,...

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...

 Jason’s currency was low, and he needed to level up if he was going to take it to the next level.  Nickel & dimming it at the entry-level tables would not make the cut...

I am going to kill someone today; his name is Miles Grayson. I recall the sound of each syllable of his name as he was given a “not guilty” judgment in court. This was...

     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...

   It’s been thirty minutes, a long arduous, thirty minutes. We tried simply opening the door, which didn’t work. Then, we tried to break the windows and sadly, our collective upper body strength did...

Elaine had been captured. She was left behind on a web, her wings broken when she was pried off. Now she sat on a table under a glass like a bug. The room around...

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...

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...

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...