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-LodgeI’ve hummed every song I can think of, twice, and almost chewed myself a new haircut.
Read More Road(kill) Trip – by Lindsey Harrington“You’ve already searched me and found nothing,” Sam says.
Read More Tiny Smuggler – by N.E. RuleShe 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.
Read More Split – by Jay McKenzieOn 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.
Read More Ditchmoss – by Andrew ShaughnessyThe band leader saw the flame first, signaling his musicians to begin playing “Stars and Stripes Forever,” or what circus folk used in code for “emergency.”
Read More Weary Willie – by Bethany BrunoYet afterwards he seemed to slip away as though the world had become too much for him. How could she have left him there?
Read More Fair Field Gate – by Eric JanzenI’ve been her helper for thirty-some odd years now and in that time, I’ve gotten to know all her likes and dislikes. Her quirks and eccentricities. Every day it’s the same thing. She gets up at the crack of dawn, I bring her some toast and a cup of hot tea. The toast has to […]
Read More The Dawn Chorus – by Julia Dale PollardI hold the envelope in my hands, the pressure in my chest building, threatening to engulf me. I know Natalie would have wrestled with sending it, not wanting to hurt me, but ultimately deciding she didn’t want to risk excluding me.
Read More Where Liam Sleeps Tonight – by Lori Green