Knock Knock Knock – by Michelle C Jacobs

Knock. Knock. Knock. I’m sitting in my office, editing my manuscript, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Everyone knows this.

This is How a Pandemic Starts – by emily groot

Snow now lay in deep, undisturbed drifts around the foundation. It covered the unopened mail and caught in the curling shingles.

I tacked the photos to a corkboard alongside the other photos I had been accumulating since childhood for my dream life.