ONE LONG NIGHT by Jay Hookham
MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser
Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring out a window? It’s not possible....
MY ROOM IN SAVILLE by Peter Fraser
MY ROOM IN SAVILLEby Peter Fraser
Six hours on the highway brought me back into Spain from Lisbon. How can you get tired, just sitting in a bus, staring out a window? It’s not possible....
TELL HER by Denise Cloutier
TELL HERby Denis Cloutier
Ellen had been married to Richard Miller for twenty years and three months on the day he died. He’d been losing his battle with cancer for the better part of a...
CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVE by Michael Gillen
CHEAP DATE IDEA: DEFILING A GRAVEby Michael Gillen
The sun was transiting Capricorn, his tarot reading that morning was an upright star, and he had done self-affirmations all morning. David was ready to put himself...
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THE LADY WITH THE TWENTY-FIVE-LETTER ALPHABET by Richard Rose
THE LADY WITH THE TWENTY-FIVE-LETTER ALPHABETby Richard Rose
The bookshop had been quiet for most of the morning but on hearing the bell signifying that a potential customer was entering, Mr Hope glanced towards the...
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...
GRAVITY by Yvette Schnoeker-Shorb
GRAVITYby Yvette Schnoeker Shorb
The two professors might as well have been talking in another language, for their conversation was most definitely beyond the interests of those who considered themselves ordinary. The Comparative Literature and...
TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury
TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury
Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in the river’s throat. One cold November...
WATCHING by Leandro Almeida
WATCHINGby Leandro Almeida
Have you ever gotten the feeling someone is watching you? Those chills down your spine? That sense of unease, or the prickling on your neck? Objects no longer in the spots you...
TWO WORLDS by Loren Sundlee
TWO WORLDSby Loren Sundlee
The sand slips away so gradually from the huts to the sea one might think that little more than a high tide could be one’s immersion and destruction. Aubrey Calland...