By Eliza Mimski “Love comes when you least expect it, Lah. At least that’s been my experience.” Lah and Mr. P sat out in front of his Victorian home in aluminum lawn chairs. She’d helped him set up tables to…
By: Bluford Birdsong Jill shuts down the treadmill after running three eight minute miles, proud of herself and thankful for a couple of hours alone. Still panting, she opens the stainless steel door of the new fridge and grabs a…
By: Anita Lekic I enter the small jewelry shop in our little town. There are two or three people ahead of me, hunched over the glass counters, perusing the gold pendants and rings and other assorted jewelry on display. The…
By: Adam Kluger It’s weird. The business of meeting a muse. The artist known as Dreck didn’t expect much when he started an online correspondence with a mystery woman named Cricket who posted no photographs online. It was intriguing to…
By: Michal Reiben Nia ushers the reporter into her sitting room. “Please sit down, make yourself comfortable.” “Thank you.” He drags a wicker chair towards the table and perches himself on its edge, places his tape recorder on the glass…
By: Peter Nemenoff He had a nervous demeanor. Elijah sat in a café, a full latte in front of him. He occasionally picked it up, and blew on it, even after it had cooled down, but would ultimately put…
By: The Birch Twins “Where did you get that,” asked Skarr, her face a mixture of anger and surprise.” If regular readers will recall, I had just returned, barely with my life intact, from an encounter with a hibernating beast…
By: Padmini Krishnan I felt that something was not quite right as I boarded DSL-231. Vimmi seemed relaxed and her eyes shone with excitement. We were going home to Sheila. I opened my laptop as soon as we settled down….
By: L.W. Smolen Heck hit the street on their 30th Wedding Anniversary critical-mass disgusted – and not just with Seattle. He headed out his hotel front door onto Western Avenue, passed-up Eno’s – skipped his breakfast – his wine flip…
By: Bruce Levine Phillip closed the book. He’d been reading for a couple of hours and his eyes were tired. Friday would be a good night, he thought as he rubbed his eyes. He knew he should have been working,…