Beyond the mangled guardrail, the ground dropped steeply away, a mile down to the valley floor. Dan stepped toward it, heart pounding. When he was a child, Dan’s father told him guardrails were braces for roads. They kept all the… Continue Reading
It’s not easy being a muse. I have six charges and only one is worth my time. I hardly bother with the first two. The first writes greeting cards and his mind is like sludge, dark and thick. Giving him… Continue Reading
Listen to “The Man Named Ray” by Angela Carlton, read by M.Sherlock: [display_podcast] Angela Carlton’s fiction has been published in Every Day Fiction, Camroc Press Review, Fiction at Work, Burst Magazine, Pedestal Magazine, Long Story Short, Pindeldyboz, Storyglossia, The Dead… Continue Reading
None of the family was too surprised when Momma didn’t return from her trip to Las Vegas. “Charlene always was a wild one,” Aunt Sadie said, making a small sign of the cross on her chest. “She don’t give a… Continue Reading
Isla smoothed her hand over the worn leather cover — a 1st Edition of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Her thumb found and lingered on the faded imprints of the gold lettering on the spine. If she’d known she’d… Continue Reading
I hate the first day at a new school. The law-and-order vice-principal stands guard as students file in bleating warnings at those already in jeopardy. High-water plaid pants, bow tie and a head so bald, he gleams under the fluorescent… Continue Reading
“I’m so sorry, car,” she says to me, slumping in the front seat. We’ve been at the dealership for several hours now, but instead of someone pulling me into the oil change bay, I’ve just been sitting here, red paint… Continue Reading
“Claire, darling, it’s been too long!” Claire heard the Long-Island-lockjaw accent of her former teacher, Professor Abigail Fairfax. The contents of the heavy glass case in Claire’s arms lurched just as her stomach did. “Hello,” she said, refusing any more… Continue Reading
Lady Arabella Spenser was day-dreaming of monsters and knights in shining armor when her carriage abruptly stopped in the middle of the woods. Rudely called back to reality by the oddity, Arabella pulled back the window curtain to see what… Continue Reading
He had once posed naked for a charity calendar. He was April with a bunch of pink tulips strategically placed. I wondered if there was any significance in the colour. The tattoos I was already familiar with because I’d previously… Continue Reading