TEDDY • by Ben Warden
He appeared just seconds after it happened. The knot of anxiety still held in my throat and all I wanted to do was turn back to them and scream, “Wankers!” I pulled my coat tighter and felt stupid, like I’d… Continue Reading
He appeared just seconds after it happened. The knot of anxiety still held in my throat and all I wanted to do was turn back to them and scream, “Wankers!” I pulled my coat tighter and felt stupid, like I’d… Continue Reading
A knight emerges on horseback from fog at the edge of the woods. The chain links of his hauberk ripple in the sunlight. His helm gleams. He does not follow the road but crosses a field covered with green shoots… Continue Reading
They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she’s gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. —… Continue Reading
The brilliant mad inventor Tarantula Turnbull built herself a robotic man, for all the wrong reasons. She called him Adam Mann, but it came out like, “A Damn Mann.” She hated men, but she admired their sleek power and cunning,… Continue Reading
“Will you marry me?” Ken whispered, his breath warm against my forehead. “All aboard!” Even if I’d had an answer, I couldn’t give it as we boarded the train. I followed Ken through two train cars until he found our… Continue Reading
Let me tell you a story, Brigit, one I’ve never shared before. The TSA line is long but you have hours before your flight to Ireland. Closed doors are forbidden doors. The door to Gran’s room was always firmly shut… Continue Reading
We walk up and down in the pool. We talk a lot. She in her lane. Me in mine. Other people swim around us. We exchange pleasantries. Progress to intimacies. I’ve had a heart attack. She’s had breast cancer. She’s… Continue Reading
The sun peeked out over the south-east horizon and cast its golden hue across the frozen expanse. Maria stopped to pull the insulated canteen from the side pouch of her backpack. She took three generous swallows, chasing the granola bar… Continue Reading
You wished out loud to see the moon again. So I waited for night to come, then gathered you in my arms. I took you from the bed, took you from the glowing amber monitors, the oxygen tubes and IV.… Continue Reading
Lily Rose Jones slowed to a stop on the shoulder of Highway 5, sixty miles out of Los Angeles heading North toward San Francisco. A florist by trade, automatically she noted spots of color on the hills surrounding her. Although… Continue Reading