Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty
Saving the Scapegoat by Jenean McBrearty I didn’t mean to intrude on the Federation neighborhood. I blame it on the foggy mist that rolled in the way it does in San Diego; it settled...
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Della by Lily Tierney
Della by Lily Tierney Originally from Texas, Della is working temp jobs in New York City. Her dream was to become a poet. She is currently working as a receptionist at an ad agency...
Cowboy Karma by Gary Ives
Cowboy Karma by Gary Ives Hamer Hogue had a run of good luck. Finally. The sixty dollars and two mules he’d stolen from Gomez had staked his prospecting venture which had struck pay dirt....
Lensnel by Douglas J. Ogurek
Lensnel by Douglas J. Ogurek I amaze myself. A young woman in a lavender dress—an ersatz Myron Peakes design undoubtedly—dances close to me. She’s drawn many eyes, but I’ve drawn more. I could make...
Any Other Day by Mark F. Geatches
Any Other Day by Mark F. Geatches It was the last week of my wife Marge’s life. No, there was no terminal illness, no degenerative disease, no premonition, not even the threat of suicide....
The Grey Smudge by David Sweeney
The Grey Smudge by David Sweeney 1 I’ve learned two things in the last three weeks. I find that even as I write this now I can hardly believe that it has only been...
Miracle Baby by M E Johnson
Miracle Baby by M. E. Johnson I woke up trying to scream. The dream was so real. I wanted everything to shut off; I wanted to split my lungs, to kill myself screaming. But...
The Last Delivery by Alexander Schuhr
The Last Delivery by Alexander Schuhr The cruel equatorial sun hit the corrugated iron roofs in the matitis of Libreville (Gabon), turning the huts into suffocating tombs. Hidden in a valley, away from the...
One for the Road By Patrick Ritter
One for the Road By Patrick Ritter Sonya’s young face was an odd mixture of compassion and formality. “Are you dissatisfied with life them, Astrov?” she asked across the small table set for tea....
Slaves to the Grind by Joe Prosit
Slaves to the Grind by Joe Prosit Perfect coffee doesn’t happen by accident. It takes fresh grounds, good equipment, and attention to detail. When I arrived at work that Monday, I had the equipment...
