Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
The shopkeeper saves the best liquorice for him, taking out the torpedoes and adding more rosettes. Sometimes he comes in late, just when she’s given up hope, and she’ll still pretend to measure it out, weighing it carefully, adding a little more just so… Continue Reading “Allsorts by Sarah Salway”
I am learning to breathe underwater. What most people don’t know is that the lungs are a muscle; we can make them bigger, if we want. I heard this in science class and that’s how I decided it, that I’d train my lungs to… Continue Reading “In the Lake Beside the Interstate by A. Kathryn Davis”
The man went alone to Mass every morning. He sat by himself and listened to the homily with his elbows on his knees and received the Eucharist, always swallowing the body and blood with his eyes closed, and when it was over he filed… Continue Reading “Eucharist by Paul Luikart”
Late for the last ferry back to the mainland and real life, heads still half jellied from the campsite’s farewell joint, we burn down open road as if pursued by maniacs, past a blur of browning pines, past black-and-yellow placards warning of deer and… Continue Reading “Witness by Rory Say”
We’re drinking together at a rooftop bar when she says she’s sorry and has to go. Go where? we ask. We’re all here. The party is here. She gives an excuse that none of us will remember the next morning, although we’ll each remember… Continue Reading “The Allelopaths by Jessica June Rowe”
Only about twenty percent of what I tell my children is true. There are the deliberate whoppers like Santa and his ilk. There’s the crucial yet empty promise that I can keep them safe. I also tell persuasive, exclamation-mark lies – if you keep practicing gymnastics… Continue Reading “The More You Know by Sarah Starr Murphy”
I told the undertaker that I wanted to keep her teeth, so he suggested cremation. Tooth enamel, the hardest substance in the body, tougher than bone, survives the furnace. They usually grind the leftover bones and teeth into ash, but they could save a… Continue Reading “Her Teeth by Eliot Li”
My husband says he’s making me a ghost. And an hour later, I’m invisible to him. Or not so much invisible as unobtrusive, like the parched peace lily in the corner of our living room, the seaside painting hanging skew-whiff on the wall. The… Continue Reading “Playing the Ghost by L. Soviero”
Dharsha kept her hands tight over her eyes until she reached 10 because that was the sort of girl she was. Even in a game of hide and seek, she was a rule follower — her school uniform neat, her twin braids tied off… Continue Reading “Between the Banyan Tree by Sanjana Ramanathan”
You used to think you might marry Markus Mayer when you grew up, but now you want to peel every freckle off his face and prove he’s a liar. “I’m not scared of ghosts,” you say when he tells you Mr. Gower’s field is… Continue Reading “There are Absolutely No Ghosts in Mr. Gower’s Field by Sara Hills”