THE LIGHTNING MAN by Anna Schaeffer
THE LIGHTNING MANby Anna Schaeffer
The Lightning Man came to the town of Maryanne during one of Oklahoma’s fiercest thunderstorms. He burst into Kelly’s bar soaked, wild-eyed and dying in nothing but his bright white...
GRACE by Christopher Foster
GRACEby Christopher Foster Past the turn off for the cemetery and farther down the trail winding around the south side of the lake the car sat quietly in the late afternoon sun—silver, languid, chippings of...
THE LIGHTNING BUG by Adam McCulloch
THE LIGHTNING BUGby Adam McCulloch
Everyone has a type. She was mine. I could tell before we even met. I’ve always been good at summing people up. As soon as I walked into a place...
HOW THEY MET by Carole Langille
HOW THEY METby Carole Glasser Langille
He knocks on the door and goes in. He was told the door would be open.“Rachel,” he calls out. “It’s Henry. Just bringing dinner.” No answer. He goes to the...
VIOLET ABSTRACT by Nya Jackson
VIOLET ABSTRACTby Nya Jackson
I wasn’t able to bail Violet out of jail the third time she got arrested because she died in police custody. She’d only been in the holding cell for thirteen hours,...
CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESS by Mitch Johnson
CHARLIE FOXTROT: GOD BLESSby Mitch Johnson
Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not homeless, but these fine people don’t know a damn thing about it. I just like the lifestyle because it’s refreshing to me....
THE DREAMERS by Fred Miller
THE DREAMERSby Fred Miller
Middle-aged and solitary in nature, he was one of those odd little characters who appear in the shadows of our lives, in cafes, in bars, and by bookstalls along the rivers,...
THE CHANNEL by Sean McCarthy
THE CHANNELby Sean Padraic McCarthy
The tide rushed in through the channel, flooding over the sea bed of small jagged rocks and pebbles. Jack had taken off his flip flops and he tried to step...
SHRIVELED HEARTS by John Danahy
SHRIVELED HEARTSby John Danahy
Cassie rounded the bathroom corner, slid under the sheets, and nestled her body against the middle-aged man who’d said his name was Thomas Prow. “It’s Thomas, not Tom,” Cassie remembered him...
HARMLESS PERVERSION by Donald Zagardo
FROM THERE TO HEREby Donald Zagardo
My head doesn’t hurt so much anymore, not like it did back in Iraq or where the hell we were. Maybe I’m getting better, yeah maybe, yeah.It was very...