The GPS of Horror by Anita G. Gorman
The GPS of Horror Miranda stopped in front of the resale shop and looked in the window. So much debris, so much junk, so much stuff that people didn’t want…
Micro- Flash Fiction
Touch-Me-Nots by Guy Biederman
Flash Fiction! Touch-Me-Nots I knock on Sandra’s front door and notice the peephole at eye level. It’s been two years. I wonder if she still has that black-haired pug. I…
Poetry
The Perfect Roommate by Guy Biederman
to your ad in the Inwood Gazette for a roommate. I don’t smoke, watch football, or leave the toilet seat raised. I pay my rent two months in advance, always…
Fiction
Helen Got the Day Shift by John Wolf
the north entrance of town says: MARMONT, FROM OURS TO YOURS! The lake underneath the bubble letters looks like Marmont, the family playing on the beach doesn’t look like anyone…
Fiction
The Ride Home by Thomas Cannon
The Ride Home Cleo stepped out of the town hall meeting. All of his buddies were inside giving their testimony. Not that it was anything more than standing up and…