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.

Ashes- by Fiona Catherine Clark

Moonlit snow lies thick. Dark pines shelter the still garden, their shadows lie
elongated, spear-head sharp, on crystal whiteness. Dawn comes late.

Something Shiny in the Mining Townsite of Mount Sheer – By T.L. Tomljanovic

We watched some of the older kids lay pennies on the rails, defacing the King beneath the train’s heavy iron wheels. Frank wasn’t keen on the idea, but he went along with whatever I said. I always came up with the best ideas.