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.

Vision Board – by Jennifer Kapler

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

Spoiled Fruit – by Jay McKenzie

I do not like the bird-boned cage she carries herself in these days, or the skin that grows thinner like old paper each time I see her.

Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun Bernier

She wishes she hadn’t said they could walk alone while she dressed. They still have not reappeared.

A Bump in the Road – by Susan Duffield-Lodge

Moirin’s kerchiefed head bobbed up into view as she made her way up the metal stairs at the front of the car.

Road(kill) Trip – by Lindsey Harrington

I’ve hummed every song I can think of, twice, and almost chewed myself a new haircut.

Tiny Smuggler – by N.E. Rule

“You’ve already searched me and found nothing,” Sam says.

Split – by Jay McKenzie

She looks beyond the fire to the flat surface of the lake. There is little in the way of moon and stars tonight, but lights from the lodge on the opposite shore glimmer on the water’s skin. In her eyes, the dancing amber flames ripple.

Ditchmoss – by Andrew Shaughnessy

On the day in question, the four seniors, packing cellophane bags of caramel corn, presented themselves at the circus tent early to take their seats in the back row of the floor section adjacent to the centre ring. A family of four was in the front row, trying to settle twin four-year-old boys each seized with fear at being so close to the action. Hank studied the scene as if this were one of the circus acts.