WARMTH • by Kristine Gill
On the morning Bill Somers put his dog down, I was not on my porch. Most mornings I sit with tea in hand watching as the sun crests Bolduc Hill and the cool night air takes on a warm, heavy… Continue Reading
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OSCAR • by Sarah Dwyer
The wailing, high-pitched sound that burst from the security arch as he stepped through it was so frightening that Oscar, ruler of crystalline worlds, froze. He raised his hands to cover his ears; the female guard who had beckoned him… Continue Reading
THE M’DALLION • by Jeff Switt
The damn wind, it never stops. Nor the heat. A dust devil skips across the parking lot as a lone boy wanders around the back of the café, between the cars — some parked, others abandoned — calling for his… Continue Reading
THE BROTHERS GRIMALDI • by Jesse McLean
That winter day my brother and I stomped through the snow for sandwiches was notable for several reasons, but for me it’s when I started to look over my shoulder, a tic I carried with me throughout my life. At… Continue Reading
A CLOUDLESS DAY • by Lena Silver
At first, Gina thought the day was cloudless, but, leashing Tilda and stepping outside, she saw the entire sky was one diffuse, glaring white cloud. She fished around in her tote bag for sunglasses. Poor Tilda, blind and incontinent, barked… Continue Reading
BADER • by John L Malone
Although it is wet and windy, Bader drives along the highway, window wound down, head poking into the gust, tongue lolling out, soaking it all in. It is one of the disadvantages of being a dog in his previous life.… Continue Reading
SOMETHING NOT RIGHT • by Travis L. Jones
Asleep. Running. Chasing bushy-tail-nut-thing. It runs up leafy-tall-thing. STAY OUT OF PACK-PLACE! STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY! Much fun to chase bushy-tails. Wait… Something Not Right. Must go back to Awake-Place now. *** Awake. Something Not Right. Stand, sniff, listen. Don’t… Continue Reading
GOLDEN MORNING • by Dan Metzger
Butter sweats. Little force beyond gravity is needed to slice a pat. The knife the two men use seems to fall only through air. A bead of perspiration, its source his brow, follows the trail of its predecessor and veers… Continue Reading
WHAT GOES UP • by JT Gill
We had a dog when I was six that could float. I was the first one to notice when it started. We were all sitting down to eat one night when I saw something black and shaggy hovering just above… Continue Reading
BEYOND THE WORDS • by Clint Lowe
Fred sighed and rubbed the ball of fire in his lower back and opened the door. In the short term losing the job could be good for his back, no more hunching at a desk all day, but long term?… Continue Reading