Josiah R. Sutcliff made his fortune stealing the mineral wealth of California and Nevada in the 1880’s and 1890’s. When Josiah died in 1937, he was one of the richest and loneliest men west of Denver
Short Short
A Face at the Window by Rita Crossley
It was on a Wednesday that I first saw it. I was in the garden hanging out the washing when something caught my eye at the house opposite. I looked away, so scared by the image
No Escape by Grey Harlowe
They started out in the dark. A 4:30 a.m. alarm had gotten them out the door, showered and respectable, in old but clean REI outfits. Leah hated this. Waking up before dawn
Behind the Barn with Carol Ann by Donal Mahoney
Back in 1957, kissing Carol Ann behind the barn in the middle of a windswept field of Goldenrod with a sudden deer watching was something special, let me tell you
The Boat by Robert Knox
The Boat by Robert Knox Though sometimes, whenever we were in town, we took you out from the ‘place’ and drove you to one of the little beaches on the North Shore, the sand skimpy and yellow, the water placid, and tried to help you remember things. “There was a boat…” “A boat?” “I remember…”…
Picking Peaches in Del Rey by Kristopher Paul
I went to work by myself that day because my mom was busy crying. The work is a killer. The soft flesh is easily bruised, so they must be picked, and packed
Scotch on the Rocks by Shoshauna Shy
I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received for a birthday meant to echo my crystalline eyes
The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya
The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya ‘Where is the photo ? Who took it ? Tell me.’ My sister’s frenzied voice overhauled the usual screeching and rumbling sound of the traffic outside our house. She was sweating profusely and walking to and fro like a caged animal. Father, mother and I were supposed to be the…
The Wife by Ed Nichols
Raymond stood at the casket for a long time. It was early in the afternoon and the family would not be back to the funeral home to receive visitors until six o’clock
At a Funeral by Alyasa Abbas
Waseem Akbar was a friend of my father’s and my uncles – It was the only thing I knew about him. Naturally, the news of his death did not affect me. The burial was in the night.
Zimbabwe Birthday
My 70th birthday gift from my daughter was a four-day guided tour of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.
Virus by Kerry Graham
He slid my just-fallen flip-flop back on my foot. I thought, “He treats me like a princess.”
Mrs. Kedzierski didn’t dig kids by Mike Taylor
“What if she finds the body? Oh, man, we should never have buried it there!”
Heart by David Gruber
I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once
Santa Fe Cabbie by Michael Backus
“This doctor new guy says to me about the tumor….”