“Okay, Gina. Relax. I’ll tell Belud what happened.” Pete hung up, turned to face his neighbour, and saw on Belud’s blue-grey features the familiar expression of any concerned parent. The universe threw up many constants, but the more time he… Continue Reading
I never learned how to tie my shoes, which is fine because Miss Nina has been getting me these velcro laced deals ever since I was dropped off at Sisters of Sacred Heart. I’ve been living here for 28 years,… Continue Reading
The princess Camilla took the single strand of her father’s hair which had been retained for the challenge and divided it neatly into four segments. As she slipped one piece into each of her brothers’ goblets, the potion inside them… Continue Reading
I strode purposefully toward the display of greeting cards, contemplating the importance of my mission, carefully weighing the risks against the rewards. Under the pretense of making a selection, I began my reconnaissance. The signs suspended from the store’s ceiling… Continue Reading
Listen to “Blessed Be The Patient” by Milo James Fowler, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Milo James Fowler is a teacher by day and a writer by night. His work has appeared in Cosmos, Daily Science Fiction, and Shimmer.… Continue Reading
When Cobin finished sweeping around the pool, he pushed a wheelbarrow down to the woods at the rear of the property. Old Man Jennings let the woods grow wild, amused by the deer and raccoon that occasionally emerged. Given the… Continue Reading
Jason Dunn was a painter. An excellent painter in fact. However, he had yet to present a masterpiece that would make him great. Every day Jason walked the streets of Spokane in search of the right setting or scene that… Continue Reading
The door banged against the wall as I bounded in. Valerie stood frozen with her aluminum bat clenched tightly. My arms wrapped around her as I looked to the shadowy lump on the floor. Some neighbor’s kid? I flicked on… Continue Reading
“This way,” Adam, the officious self-appointed leader of our gaggle of chattering Americans, bright plumed birds, called to me. I sighed at my lack of courage to go alone to the concentration camp. This pilgrimage perhaps needed to be solitary,… Continue Reading
There was a dark stain on the pavement for ages afterwards. It looked like someone had dropped a juice carton or spilt a pot of paints. But we all knew what it was; it was the boy’s blood. It was… Continue Reading