Gone but Not Forgotten by Carol M. Gore. Carol lives in Victoria, BC, Canada, and when not writing, work in labour relations for the provincial government.
Short Short
Dream of a Late Husband By Kris Lester
In her dream, she sat motionless on the couch and watched the T.V., turned to mute. She couldn’t have told you what was on. She wondered what he was doing at this moment.
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 fixed on the onion she is chopping,
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 systematic kinetic force. I have been eaten and I’ve consumed anything radiating energy forces
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 laundry. Her statement, brusque, devoid of emotion, and her manner, business-like. This woman is obviously in charge.
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 off her white teeth.
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 although he worked a lot he still heard the rumors.
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 blinked at him, before going dark. A knot of anxiety cramped his stomach. He knew something was wrong.
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 the Tao Te Ching then pulling his final act of wizardry
Snapchat by Sean Butler
It was dusk and Cuervo paced around the apartment, the sound of his nails clicking across the floor marking time with the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece.
The Dress by Bruce Levine
The Dress by Bruce Levine Claudine Bucknell set up her easel in what would have been the shadow of the north-west leg of the Washington Square Arch if there could have been a shadow at noon on the north side of the Arch. It was a beautiful Sunday in June with the temperature just right…
One Scoop Too Many By Josh Senecal
The decrepit vehicle creeped along the side road, it’s hypnotic tinny tune warped “Turkey in the Straw” into an echoed mess across the wooded landscape.
Chasing Zero by Jean Ryan
Garret has a head cold. Naturally he’s in a foul mood. His world has stopped
Wreckage by Holden Lyric
She always loves the smell of her mother’s freshly baked apple pie. She never dares eat it, though. She always appreciates the smell of food more than the taste.
Black Black by Scott McClelland
Last thing I remember was her arm being out the window. We was racing down the 101, outside Ventura, sun disappearing over her shoulder. She handed me the bottle,