The Doctor’s foot rested on the shovel. The Wellingtons were heavy and clogged. They laboured their way to the car boot. Now he was wrestling with the huge bundle. Cursing his mistake
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by J.D. Lee It's cold. The sky is gray. The trees flash by the windows of my Dodge. Even pressed on the wheel, my hands shake. My heart pounds.…
About a million musical sounds seem to be filling the yard as the karaoke gets underway. It’s a different sort of karaoke than the run-of-the-mill usual version, though--strictly a cappella all the way.
At a certain time in the universe I was required to ring the world's bell. No one could tinker with it, it was only mine. It was golden and statuesque and hovered with the breath of a thousand gods.
This flight attendant is getting nervous, she rushes our last goodbyes. ‘We patiently wait for your malfunctioning engine to be replaced with a hopefully good one for three and some hours
Angela Carlton‘s fiction has been published in Every Day Fiction, Camroc Press Review, Pedestal Magazine, Long Story Short, Pindeldyboz, Storyglossia, The Dead Mule, 6S and Coastlines.
He always got fascinated by the number of things Rohan could do with his small and sleek piece of technology, which he often termed as 'cool' and the most priced possession
“The doctor wouldn’t give me Viagra because of my dicky ticker.” Bill arches his back and struggles to pull up his trousers in the back of the SUV parked
by blake nemec Bonnie and Craig knew the Tenderloin street blocks share a meter. She had coins and gun in her purse, but parking meters use plastic, and they didn’t have…