A Golden Opportunity
fiction by Glynis Scrivens “What a weird day it’s been.” Thea gazed outside at the fallen branches and debris on the lawn, the only visible sign of the violent storm of an hour ago....
Category: Fiction
The Norwegian American Troll
fiction by Dennis Maulsby Father Donahey, in blue-striped pajamas and ancient checked flannel robe, sat in a Bentwood rocker in the rectory’s screened-in back porch. A gentle breeze murmured through the netting, bringing the...
Pete’s Baby
fiction by M.E. Purfield Gussie Dietz drove Pete Carr’s “baby” white Firebird up New Jersey Parkway on their way to Montclair, on the promise she would take good care of it. The young FBI...
Rolling Lucky
Fiction by Peter DiChellis Detective Budd Aasen confronted his suspect, an ex-con named Duke Tibson, as Tibson slurped a glass of cheap vodka at a rickety table in a run-down bar in North Minneapolis....
Her Husband’s Secret
fiction by Glynis Scrivens Celine stumbled upon Anders’s secret identity by chance. He’d always been a creature of habit. Lunching at the same café. Driving home along the exact route. Holidaying in the same...
Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing
fiction by Ellen Denton It was a beautiful spring day when I finally left the dreary confinement of Folsom State Prison after doing a dime there for robbing a deli and hitting the elderly...
The President of Sterling City Bank
fiction by Darin Z. Krogh The President of Sterling City Bank, Mr. Virgil Edwin Penrose, was out cold. His head flopped to one side as he sat slumped in the chair. Masculine voices brought...
Eat up, Camilla
fiction by Glynis Scrivens “It’s too late to put in an application for the job, Nora. Last Friday was the deadline,” Camilla said, flicking her newly blonded hair out of her eyes. “But I...
Matisse of the Action
fiction by Lee Hammerschmidt “And where exactly did you acquire these?” asked Cherise Chevalier, a gorgeous, dark-haired, long, cool drink of Möet. We were in her tony gallery, Chevalier Fine Art and Collectibles. You’ve...
Stolen
fiction by Lindy Greaves The room is dimly lit. One bare bulb sways slightly in an invisible draft. Opposite the locked door, snow swoops silently into the glass from a black void. Paint peels...
