THE MISSING MASTER by David McVey
THE MISSING MASTERby David McVey
The night before I addressed the conference, I was lying in bed in a tiny room in a Hall of Residence. I picked up my dog-eared copy of McDonnell and began to...
THE THREE-MILE RACE by Clive Aaron Gill
THE THREE-MILE RACEby Clive Aaron Gill
Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, Africa 1959
All year I looked forward to Sports Day at Prince Edward Secondary School.At the start of the three-miler, I glanced at the winners’ podium a...
MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall
MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall
How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How could I not remember her? But...
SORTING THROUGH CLAMS by David Weinberger
SORTING THROUGH CLAMSby David H Weinberger
I am sitting next to my father’s bed as he sleeps. He is ten days into Hospice care and has become frail since he discontinued treatment for his cancer....
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITED by Alberto Ramirez
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITEDby Alberto Ramirez
“What’s in Bisbee?” said Abigail. “A fair question for a native Bostonian,” said CharlesHe poured himself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down beside her on the leather love seat. ...
THE PHOTOGRAPH by Marcella Meeks
THE PHOTOGRAPHby Marcella Simmons
Last week, my husband Gene and I went to Santa Fe, New Mexico for our fifteenth anniversary. Santa Fe is where we met and we come back here every year. Gene...
THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERS by Wendra Colleen
THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERSby Wendra Colleen
When the Women of Bourbon Street become ghosts, they are the last to realize it. They’ve been tossed out and forgotten, yet when darkness returns to the...
FAST LANE by Katie Rose
FAST LANEby Katie Rose
I start slow, creepin’ down the dirt road in first gear, my bare foot just kissin’ the gas pedal. I need my fix though, so I press down harder on the...
IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME by Julia Zwetolitz
IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO MEby Julia Zwetolitz
Home is not just the concrete building. It is also where family is and the memories that occurred in each house. I have moved three times and...
NIGHT OWL by Robin Wyatt Dunn
NIGHT OWLBy Robin Wyatt Dunn
That all the last daylight should have passed; not only in the sky but in our daydreams; for night in slipping closer says we're freer than we were; or more...