ETERNAL by Cameron DePatto
“Would you like a bottle of water or anything?” Said the detective.
“No thank you, I’m alright” I said.
“Okay, I’ll be right back, so just relax for now and we’ll talk shortly”
I flinch when the...
HOME by Sarah Moore
HOMEby Sarah Moore
“Ma’am, I just need you to sign here,” said the FedEx guy. A notepad poked out from beneath the carcass of the wolf-dog-creature-thing in his arms.Angela stared down at the body,...
SOME OTHER SIDE by Leslie Johnson
SOME OTHER SIDEBy Leslie Johnson
Yesterday I attended my grandson’s “Baby Is Brewing” party at a new beer garden in St. Paul, where male and female guests of all ages were invited to drop a...
WHERE THE SPIRALS LEAD by Jenny Hayes
WHERE THE SPIRALS LEADby Jenny Hayes
We were drinking iced coffee and watching a cheesy talk show with some model whose life had gone from fabulous to tragic and back again. I was nested in...
POSSESSED by Andrea Carlisle
POSSESSEDby Andrea Carlisle
Jane became aware of someone coming up close behind her in the crowded checkout line, so close she could hear breathing. When she turned to look, she saw a pale, thirty-something woman...
THE PLANE RIDE By Kay Merkel Boruff
THE PLANE RIDEBy Kay Merkel Boruff
There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums ofclocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent howls. The aromas of dates, mangoes,coriander,...
SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White
SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White
What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree. Admired by...
WAR IS NEVER OVER by Gail Finch
WAR IS NEVER OVERby Gail Finch
It was the summer of 1954. The screams of cicadas could be heard through the humid air of the twilight. Stars twinkled in the sky as the sun started...
BANGKA ISLAND STORY by Michael Paul Hogan
BANGKA ISLAND STORYby Michael Paul Hogan
for Toti O’Brien
There were nine bottles of Bintang beer on the shelf behind the counter of Abdu Rama’s beachfront banana shack. On the counter itself there was a watermelon, sliced,...
A KIND GESTURE by Anthony Saunders
A KIND GESTUREby Anthony Saunders
It was a dark night, like the others he’d experienced before it. He was always walking but never knew why, he had a great life, ton of money but one...