People will do almost anything when they lose something like their wallet or phone or child. Sometimes these weakened people are my game.… more
Tag Archives: Fiction
Speaking in Tongues
FICTION by Travis TurnerHis beady blue eyes flashed over toward me but I was already gone. I was able to make out one phrase he kept repeating over and over though: Forgive me! Forgive me!… more
I Hope You Know I Love You, Even Though
FICTION by Kim Magowan…even though you like to win; even though you tricked me, telling me it would just be the two of us, but when we got to the restaurant, Georgia was there (and though it was the first time I ever saw her, I recognized her, her smile as sharp as a hook)…… more
Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing
FICTION by Michelle Ross…nobody else volunteered to be the first-aid instructor’s victim after that. But victims they became, nonetheless.… more
Father’s Day
FICTION by Christopher LinforthThe women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. … more
Porkchop
FICTION by Heath DollarLife was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets.… more
Barmaley Fountain
FICTION by John TalbirdIn his mind, he goes to a place where he holds the hands of his school chums as they laugh and run in a circle, a snapping crocodile at the center of their daisy chain of limbs. His cousin, Elizabeth, just misses losing her black shoe in the snapping jaws and the children laugh. … more
An International Incident
FICTION by Vern Smith“An International Incident” finds Toronto Fraud cop Alex Johnson on vacation in Cuba with a woman and a dilemma. Trouble is, an East German is videotaping a topless French woman, and Alex is inclined to let it slide. His girl, not so much.… more
Praactice
FICTION by DS LevyI do not stare at my finjers when I type. I am su[osed to toucj the keys lightly.… more
One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush
FICTION by Michael HammerleMy grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. … more
