Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
There’s a bear at the edge of the forest staring at you, and you stare straight back from the doorway of your cabin, night falling, only the finger of a moon through the trees and you’re having thoughts of Jimmy, the way his eyes… Continue Reading “The day before you find blackberries shoved under the cabin door by Frankie McMillan”
Felix is outside, though I’m not exactly sure where. This is nothing new since he usually sets his own agenda. But I have tuna, and he’ll rethink his priorities as soon as I open the can and set it out back near the wood… Continue Reading “Home Front by Jeff Burd”
Each night, Meredith places her husband’s blue terry cloth robe next to her in the bed. Before she turns off the dusty bedside lamp and drifts into her dreams, she drapes the robe’s fraying sleeve across her body, hoping to feel a faint embrace,… Continue Reading “Meredith by Zach Keali’i Murphy”
Our living guests carry on talking, drinking wine and sharing the cheese around the table. They get louder as the wine goes down, the sound tuning in and out as I listen for phantom footsteps and shadow breaths against my neck. My fingers tingle,… Continue Reading “The Others are Here by Joyce Bingham”
I grew up in the house where my mother’s body crumpled and dried, brittling into a flower. It was the same house where my sisters lost parts of themselves, their ignorance blissful and fleeting and quickly forgotten. It was the same house where I… Continue Reading “Taking Apart the Mansion by Amy DeBellis”
Afternoon Hear it? How the floorboards are creaking like that? I’d bet you anything the tiles in your bathroom are loose too. You got a termite infestation here. The property manager, Sonny, puts his finger in a hole he’s gouged in the drywall and… Continue Reading “Mount Dora by Travis Dahlke”
Death has done wonders for Hank’s cratered face. His phantom eyes are clear. His diarrhea and bellyache, gone. His ratty boudoir was upstairs with its view of the industrial harbor. Now it’s made over as a baby’s room. Dead Hank has no wish to… Continue Reading “The Ghost of Charles Bukowski Pines for His Job at the Mails by Patricia Q. Bidar”
She huddled under a freeway overpass, ripping coupons from an old newspaper with shaky hands. It reeked of gas even here, even through her mask. Cases of water: BOGO. $5 off baby formula. She didn’t know if a store would take them. If there… Continue Reading “Recollection by Rebecca Long”
Ariel submerged a white dress in a bowl of vinegar and water. Black mold speckled the fabric. The sour acerbic smell emanated from the bowl as she dropped tea tree oil into her reflection, her face respirator mixing with the warped floral print. She… Continue Reading “Mold Culture by Gabrielle Griffis”
“The cassowary is closely related to the velociraptor,” Hildy tells her mother, whispering it into her ear as they sit at the kitchen table. Moments later, Hildy’s father tromps down the stairs and the orange juice in the glass sends out waves like in… Continue Reading “Facts About the Southern Cassowary by Jennifer Fliss”