Getting by in Tligolian by Roppotucha Greenberg
The City-State of Tligol is ruled by dictators, holds monthly public executions and is haunted by a benign, fishing, giant, but by and large the inhabitants are content, and the food is…
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Here on Earth by Sara Dobbie
Everybody knows that Rosie thinks she was abducted by an alien. She works it into every conversation even if the topic has nothing to do with outer space or planets or Martians.…
The Beds of Balaclava Terrace by S.A. Greene
On a warm Tuesday morning in June, two days after her birthday in fact, Bridget Merriman wheels her brass bed outside. She positions the head of the bedstead against the red-brick front…
Rusty the Crab by Michael Grant Smith
On Friday afternoon, after our boss left early for the weekend, Rusty pretended to be a crab. He shuffled sideways throughout the office; head down, bowlegged, fingers stuck together into pinchy claws.…
Homework by Rebecca Klassen
Tina found the dogeared letter at the bottom of Lily’s bag under pencil shavings and a reading book about kittens. As they’d all waited for their children in the playground, Tina had…
Stick that in your Pipe by Lizzie Eldridge
Davide Duvalier Dimitrov felt like a king when he flew. He prided himself on his success. His father told him hard work pays off, but Davide watched his dad break his back…
Tiger Mum by Sumitra Singam
[CW: Reference to infertility] Tiger Mum is at yoga with Buffalo Mum. Tiger Mum glides through chathuranga to upward dog, feeling her sleek muscles ripple under her animal-print tights. They are an…
Surviving the Swamp by Martha Lane
Hydration is not your problem. You have water in plastic cups and hot syrupy tea presented by nurses, your partner, parents, friends. Exposure is a problem. Build a shelter out of bed…
Steps to the Edge by Amanda Saint
Pushing open the door to the Brazilia bar Marcia licks her chapped lips, tasting already the Caipirinhas’ sweet sugar and sour lime luring her into the kick of Cachaças. She needs the…
Scientist transforms spinach leaves into beating human heart tissue after coming up with the idea during lunch by Bonnie Meekums
In one corner of the laboratory/kitchen, my mother folds a story into her grandson’s heart. Their heads touch, chests moving in a synchronous, shared breath. My son, Egonia, adjusts his body to…
Hole by Richie Zaborowske
The last time I ever saw Billy he stood on my porch scrawny as a coyote. It was morning, but already the late August sun was up there in the sky pissed…
The Trolley Collector by Rebecca Field
The trolley collector does not just collect trolleys. He pockets items left inside them: baby socks, stuffed animals, umbrellas, checked handkerchiefs. He scrap-books shopping lists scrawled on the backs of envelopes, or…