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...
Category: Fiction
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...
Mrs. Nezzbit’s Mailman
Fiction by W.M. Pienton Old Mrs. Nezzbit sat in her kitchen drinking tea. With nothing better to do, she was keeping an eye on her mailbox through the screen door. A childless widow, she...
Halfway House
fiction by John Smistad Josh fought the ruthless blizzard like grim death, battling to navigate his snowmobile through the dense backcountry of the Idaho panhandle wilderness. The clandestine escape from his frat’s weekend camping...
Wiggles’s Christmas Wish
fiction by Larrie Wanberg It was Christmas morning in a tiny coastal village in central California that had little claim to fame, except that a dog named Wiggles was voted “Mayor” by the residents,...
Death Claims His Prize
fiction by Glynis Scrivens There were four Deaths at the party. Well, what had Fiona expected? It was Halloween, after all. The one with the ginger hair was obviously David. Surely he could’ve worn...
A terrible eavesdropper
fiction by Glynis Scrivens When Kari saw her daughter’s face, she knew something had to be done. And quickly. Otherwise she’d lose her. Alice had tried to conceal the bruise with makeup but it...
The Bicycle Thief
fiction by James Blakey No milk in the fridge, nor much of anything else. Meant to hit the store yesterday, but stayed late grading papers. Afterwards, a bunch of us TAs gathered at Stuffy’s...
The Bird’s Word
fiction by M.E. Bakos At the funeral, I gazed at my poor deceased Astrid as she lay in her casket and remembered how she often spoke of her successful ex-husband. “Bjorn was a good...
