No surprise Trina had spent half her inheritance on something abandoned. Years before, she’d exchanged chains of emails with…
Lunagrad, by Andrew Joron
Blenk, more and more troubled by the phrases appearing on his writing pad, went to the window, pulled back the…
A Way to Go, by Roberta Allen
I see my sister, Eugenie. She’s just a child. I’m a child too, three years older. We’re escaping Poland.…
Words, Words, Words, in Other Words, by Karen Heuler
He captured the first word in a hot viscous jam, and picked up another word on the way to…
The County Coroner, by Sarah Blackman
Dr. Hoff says: Daddy was a country doctor. In suspenders. Making house calls. He specialized in children, but was…
Cliché Alert, by Cris Mazza
Cliché alert—not sure this can be expressed without them. A nightmare of colossal magnitude. OK, just the facts, ma’am. Those…
