Mary Casts a Shadow on the Ground by Maureen O’Leary
Work for enough to live on so that you pass as human. This isn’t a supernatural story. You are a human being. Human is your species. You walk along the streets of…
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Crab Funeral by Ruth Powell
Breffni didn’t like the treasure hunt worksheets handed out to children at museums. He preferred to look at the exhibits himself and learn what he could from being close to them. He…
The Couple Next Door by Miranda Steinway
The couple who lives next door to us owns their home, while my boyfriend and I are renting. We pay 2,000 a month for the second floor of a duplex. Their house…
In a Providence Motel by Francine Witte
He told her he had news and let’s get away to Rhode Island. He told her he wanted the news to be separate from the rest of their lives. They took the…
When Jim Looked into a Bowl of Ramen and Saw the Future by Emma Phillips
It was cloudy and he used his chopsticks the proper way, so we believed him; the way you do when someone knows the difference between holding them to separate pickle from broth…
A Piecer’s Tale by Christine Collinson
Mr. Hendrick is watching me. “Work faster, girl!” he bellows over the clack-clack of the looms. I heap loose fibres into the sack, just like every day, and hold my misery tightly…
Orchids by Victoria Stewart
‘What’s he saying?’ ‘He’s telling us to take care where we walk. There are wild orchids in the lawn. See.’ She raised an ironic eyebrow and pointed with the toe of her…
Ebb Tide by Sherri Turner
Sometimes she remembers the swimsuit being green, old-fashioned ruched cotton, sandy round the bottom. Other times it is mustard yellow or blue. Sometimes the sun is so bright she has to hold…
Four Chambers by Catherine O’Brien
That summer we created a new genre of living. We grew like cloudberries in the wilderness of secret locations. The ratio of you to me and me to you leaned with the…
The Zombie Food Delivery Worker by David Cook
The zombie food delivery worker pedalled his bike furiously through the traffic, dodging between snarling cars and seething trucks. The glare from their headlights bounced off the hi-vis jacket the company made…
Necrology by Robert Nazar Arjoyan
Sister Agulíne’s joints informed her it was raining just before her ears confirmed the fact. She’d inherited the gouted tree trunk ankles of her grandmother, a woman born in the nineteenth century.…
Cacophonies by Cheryl Snell
A) The History of a GestureAfter the machines come back from the construction site, moving through dusk, the bereft moon tumbling after them, someone blinks the lights, someone guns an engine. The…