Supper by Manuel Martin

Supper by Manuel Martin While the apartment phone rings over and over, the couple cooks awkwardly trying not to involve eye contact with each other. Her shinny blue eyes are…

Nurtured by robert c. radziejewski

Nurtured by robert c. radziejewski             I was assembled anonymously according to traditions. I fail to realize my identity. My memory is cyclically deleted. I’m a symbiotic specialized adaption for…

In Good Hands by Bernadine Lortis

In Good Hands by Bernadine Lortis   “Here, give her to me. I’ll take her.” A nurse snatches my baby at the threshold as though I’m a delivering a bundle of…

The Prisoner by Emily Atkinson-Dalton

The Prisoner by Emily Atkinson-Dalton I cradled her beautiful face in my hands. Her big blue eyes looked up at me and her smile shined radiantlywith the glowing light bouncing…

What They Knew by Eric Dreyer Smith

What They Knew by Eric Dreyer Smith Mrs. Petersen knew what they were doing up the road. Mr. Baum had a good idea, too. He was the town baker and…

Frozen Treats in the Dead of Night by Rachel McGirt

Frozen Treats in the Dead of Night by Rachel McGirt Richard woke to the sound of the screen door slamming. Confused, he turned to check the clock. 3:17 am it…

Slide by Eli Cranor

Slide by Eli Cranor
Slide by Eli Cranor PTSD, flashbacks, whatever – it ain’t what you think. I don’t see the boys I shot head’s dripping off sideways like JFK. I don’t see Mitch “Sorcerer” Rodriguez telling me about…