HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast
HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast
“Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could it be someone who knows ‘Amazing...
THE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT – By Linda Boroff
The Hundred Thousand Dollar SuitBy Linda Boroff
“I wish the Asteroid would just put us out of our misery already,” David said, raising his arms to beckon the night sky outside my door. “Come, come.”...
A RUSSIAN STORY – By Steven Pelcman
A RUSSIAN STORYBy Steven Pelcman
Masha wasn’t a beautiful woman but she had an inner beauty and she made a man feel good because she was strong, able to look into your eyes and speak...
THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGE – By Alexandros Plasatis
THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGEBy Alexandros Plasatis
The Egyptian fisherman with the sliced-off arm finished telling his story to Angie and they looked out to the sea for a little while. She washed his beer glass,...
THE NIGHTMARE THAT NEVER SLEEPS – By Michael Neary
THE NIGHTMARE THAT NEVER SLEEPSBy Michael Neary
The nightmare materialized once more when Noor awoke from her dreams.The yellow walls were shaking and the floors were trembling. Noor sat up quickly and looked desperately around....
THE BLOSSOM-WATCHERS – By David Vardeman
THE BLOSSOM-WATCHERSBy David Vardeman
Mr. King’s son married Mr. Feinmann’s daughter. “We should get married too,” Mr. Feinmann said to Mr. King.“Do you mean to each other?”“I was thinking more of ladies.”“Oh, of course,” Mr....
EN ROUTE TO GRAUMAN’S – By Sarah Archer Moulton
GUZZLEDBy Jonathan B. Ferrini
Imagine finding a diamond embedded in the ground. You pull it from the earth and although the diamond glistens, you’re repulsed by the insects scurrying around under it. Like the insects,...
THE MONEY CHANGERS – By James Santore
THE MONEY CHANGERSBy James Santore
1It was morning time in South Lymon, Ohio and there were fourteen men standing in front of a house. The grass on the front lawn was long and patchy and...
PILLOW TALK – By Jerry Johnson
PILLOW TALK By Jerry Johnson
"For the rain it raineth every day." - from Twelfth Night, by William Shakespeare
GREG AND HOLLY“Greg?”“What?”“Aren’t you asleep?”“No, I’m not asleep. I was watching the Moon through the window. And watching you...