Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun Bernier
She wishes she hadn’t said they could walk alone while she dressed. They still have not reappeared.
Read More Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun BernierShe wishes she hadn’t said they could walk alone while she dressed. They still have not reappeared.
Read More Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun BernierMoirin’s kerchiefed head bobbed up into view as she made her way up the metal stairs at the front of the car.
Read More A Bump in the Road – by Susan Duffield-LodgeEleven voice messages. The first three are garbled, vicious insults interspersed with begrudging apology and admissions of profound, earth-shattering love. Nathan’s voice cracks, wounded.
Read More Razor Blades Sheathed in Velvet – by Zelda C. ThorneYou didn’t say a word about whether she knew that I was the eye behind the viewfinder.
Read More Shadows – by Véronique BéquinThree Girls On a Stone Wall Four Siblings On a Rock – by Elizabeth Jannuzzi Photo: “Entre Nous” Credit: Willabel Cole Mitchell Description: We see the backs of three young girls. Ages maybe 6 or 7. They are sitting on a stone wall overlooking a landscape. They wear sweet little girl dresses and have their […]
Read More Four Siblings On a Rock – by Elizabeth JannuzziWith her right hand at one o’clock on the steering wheel and left hand deep into a one-pound bag of Mister Bee potato chips, Aunt Mary Jo remarked, “We’ll just keep going until we get there.”
Read More Hiraeth – by Rhonda E CarperI have been chosen because I can move silently with my nimble feet not yet weighted by adulthood, though tonight, I feel clumsy
Read More To Flame, To Flee – by Jay McKenzie“Quick, to the bathroom.” Lena waves her hand, though I am right behind her. “Can you keep it quiet when we go by mom’s door?”
Read More Stowaway – by Mel Andela“What about him?” he asked, nodding toward the stuffed toy giraffe sitting in the plush green velour chair across the table from Sarah. “Doesn’t he have a ticket?”
Read More To The Alps – by Andrew ShaughnessyEventually, the trees end abruptly and you are at the lake, an expanse of white, bounded by trees and ice-encrusted granite.
Read More Ice Fishing – by Stephen Garrett