She came crashing through the bushes that lined the little clearing and plopped on the grass. She looked at the leaves on her plaid skirt, made a futile effort to brush them off, then shrugged. “I thought Billy liked me.… Continue Reading
Listen to “Spring Melt” by Gay Degani, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Gay Degani has published on-line and in print including her own collection, Pomegranate Stories. She is editor-emeritus of EDF’s Flash Fiction Chronicles, a staff editor at SmokeLong Quarterly,… Continue Reading
I liked to jog through the cemetery. The air was brisk and the leaves crunched underfoot and swirled around me. It was peaceful, especially at daybreak, but it took on an added significance after my aunt and uncle were buried… Continue Reading
Harry sat himself down in his favourite armchair, stowed his cup of coffee and small pile of biscuits on the side table and switched on the TV via the remote control. As the screen flickered into what appeared to be… Continue Reading
Baby due in seven weeks when Jocko come home with all that money. He brung it in a garbage bag, one of them big black trash sacks. Sweet Jeezus, I never seen so much money before. He call me in… Continue Reading
“I hate it when I feel so real,” Emma lamented, gazing nude into midnight. Her bizarre (and inscrutable) metaphysical crises sometimes came at the most inappropriate times — including the nights of missions. This made them no less lovely. Standing… Continue Reading
Carl crouched high inside the canopy of an enormous leafy oak, pressing his body against its knotted trunk, gripping the branch beneath him with powerful talons. He rested his smaller, clawed hand upon a thinner branch sprouting three inches above… Continue Reading
The sweat makes him itch. Under his arms. Inside the elbows. It tickles his scalp and back. His ass and neck. He pinches the front of his shirt and fluffs some air on his chest. Fawn squirms in her chair.… Continue Reading
These meetings are not so secret. Just on my way here I came upon a man with a parked vendor’s cart. One telescoping pole had been put up from a gadget on the cart’s corner and he had a huge… Continue Reading
Listen to “Wish Fulfilment” by Georgina Allen, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Georgina Allen is a writer, a fighter and a geek. Folly Blaine is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest. “Wish Fulfilment” by Georgina Allen was originally published… Continue Reading