4:19 • by Kathleen Rose
It’s been four hours and nineteen minutes since I plugged my alarm clock back in. I had already been running late and the cable man had been early for once and since life isn’t porn, I couldn’t just strip —… Continue Reading
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SMITTEN • by Nicholas Lee Huff
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
BLOOD AND WATER • by Lydia S Gray
I found my sister in the hotel pool, floating just beneath the surface. It was supposed to be our last family holiday before she left for university and she had hoped for a holiday romance. A stranger pumped her chest… Continue Reading
FOUR-ONE-ONE • by Ted Lietz
The hat I want to wear — the black one with the little veil — is in the basement. Four-year-old Alice follows me down. She wears a new black jumper and patent-leather shoes. I remind her that we have to… Continue Reading
THERE YOU ARE, MY LOVE • by Michelle Ann King
I glance at my programme: ‘Clairvoyance with Sheila Blackburn’ runs for fifty minutes. Some workshops are included in the ticket price — I arrived early and did Crystal Healing to pass the time — but this one cost another tenner.… Continue Reading
SEVENTEEN • by Virgie Townsend
Your mother called me after you went missing, asking if I knew anything they should know. There aren’t a lot of places to hide in Victorsville, and she was worried because no one had seen you since the night before.… Continue Reading
HOUSE CLEANING • by Rasmenia Massoud
The way I had it planned in my head, this would be the easy part. This is what I had been waiting for: boxing up worthless knick-knacks, pulling cheap decorations from the walls, emptying dusty closets and driving it all… Continue Reading
DEATH IS A WEIRD SHADE OF PINK • by M.Sherlock
For a brief moment I saw the green line on the monitor go flat. The throbbing sounds of panic began to fade out as the images of flustered doctors became fuzzy in a hazy grey blur. Death washes over you… Continue Reading
THE BEACH COTTAGE • by Angela Carlton
I am washing my hands at the beach cottage, when the phone rings. My friend Tess and I have come here to escape. We’ve come to cope with the issue neither of us plan to discuss. Right away, I know… Continue Reading