SILVER HORSES REINED IN by Susandale
SILVER HORSES REINED INBy Susandale
Eight p.m., or thereabouts: the usual time for the droves of kids that peeled into the diner,Four Horses, at seven, to peel out.Josh put Reggie in charge of p.m. fries and cokes before he...
AFTER THE MARTYRS by Brenna Carroll
AFTER THE MARTYRSby Brenna Carroll
Is this blood, or is it wine? Am I damned or am I divine? The wild wind whistled through her nostrils, warming itself for her lungs, and followed the breath...
OUR SALLY by Ruth Deming
OUR SALLYby Ruth Deming
Over the years, The Newman Girls followed the fortunes of their next door neighbors in Shaker Heights, the fashionable suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It was just their good fortune to live...
REVENGE by George Carlisle
REVENGEby George Carlisle
Jon Corey was my nemesis. He lay sprawled across from me with his arm around Jenny, who was his girl friend. Jon, my nemesis, was the most hateful senior at St. Bart’s...
HOW YOU RIDE IT! By Dave Barrett
HOW YOU RIDE IT(Chp. 16 of Gone Alaska)by Dave Barrett
That evening, towards eight o’ clock, Swanson slipped out back and announced a change of plans. “Haul in the gear!” He’d startled me and I...
TRADIO by Richard Luftig
TRADIOby Richard Luftig
I stubbed out my tenth Winston of the morning. Thank God we were nearing the end of the show. “We’re back,” I said, feigning enthusiasm. “Time for two more calls. You’re on Tradio....
A GOOD SLEEPER by Keith Jenereaux
A GOOD SLEEPERby Keith Jenereaux
The condensation that crept from the bottom of the window was high enough to hide the small front yard from Holly. Any other time she would have wiped it clear...
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOM by Elaine Rosenberg Miller
DEATH ENTERS THE ROOMBy Elaine Rosenberg Miller
“Did you hear that?”“What?” he said, his voice muffled by a pillow.
The children were finally asleep. They followed a nightly ritual. She would tell them stories, sing to...
DAGGER by Maureen Grace
DAGGERby Maureen Grace
“Ohhh,” he cried quietly, so as not to scare off the passers by; their handouts had allowed him to eek out the barest of succor for (could it really be?) twenty-seven years. He...
HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOO by Edward D. Hunt
HIT MEN HAVE FEELINGS TOOby Edward Daniel Hunt
Boston’s North EndAfter dropping his boss, Albee, at home in Milton, Tony Gazzo returned to the North End. Albee Parillo after becoming more successful had moved to...