The snow drifted down, a blanket descending from the darkened clouds, muffling the creaking of the wooden deck and the humming of the taut lines. Despite the numbing cold, the captain still felt the sting as flakes cut across his… Continue Reading
When I visit Grandma at the hospital, I trace a cool finger over the thin vein in her hand. Her eyes flutter open at my touch and I can’t help but ask her, “Do you want a slice of apple… Continue Reading
Lisa floored the van’s accelerator, thrashing the speed limit, weaving in and out of traffic on the A12 and even slipstreaming an ambulance from Gallows Corner to Gidea Park. It earned her more than a few angry horn blasts, a… Continue Reading
Listen to “Fire in the Heart” by Samantha Memi, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Samantha Memi lives in London. Her chapbook, Kate Moss and Other Heroines, includes the story “Bouffant” which was first published by Every Day Fiction. Folly Blaine… Continue Reading
I started my Saturday morning the same way I started every Saturday morning: I took Birdie a pitcher of cool water. She was in the backyard, where she always was, soaking in the early sun. She stood tall in her… Continue Reading
I shook my head, amazed I’d let her talk me into this, but she’d been talking me into stuff for thirty-seven years. Best friends since college, we’d helped each other through every major event, and a few small ones she’d… Continue Reading
Carly sat on her folded legs and peered down through the hole. There was scattered light sprinkled throughout the darkness. She cast a few more points of light from her hand and glanced back at Sryl, her mentor, who stood… Continue Reading
Scott runs all the way home from school. With his little arms pumping and his trainers pounding the ground, he is in the Great North Run, then the London Marathon. He wins them both and the crowd goes wild, but… Continue Reading
Marin, up to her ankles in sea foam that looks and smells like dirty dishwater, is alone. She watches the low tide wash over bare feet so white they’re almost blue, stealing the sand out from under them. The water… Continue Reading
Alex stood on the edge of a rooftop fifteen stories high, staring at an exit sign that led to nowhere. His unlit cigarette was perched precariously between his lips, momentarily forgotten. He walked around the exit sign, looking at it… Continue Reading