by Graeme Richmond Mack “What are you running away from, Pat?” Carolynn asked, smiling, the contours of her face faintly lit by the sun spilling through the coffee shop window. I leaned forward and cupped my coffee mug with both hands. Every time I try to explain, I find myself telling a different story. I
by Marco Etheridge Sonny don’t see much these days, leastwise not looking forward. Tomorrow just blank space, like staring into an empty mirror. Backward, now that’s a different story. Too many yesterdays crowding Sonny’s head like to bust his skull wide open. Ten thousand memories screaming, clawing for revenge, or scalding him with hellfire. Yeah,
by Salvatore Difalco Glinski has had my number all night. Can’t make a move without him breathing down my neck, going over the top, calling my bluffs, or just toying with me like a cat with a mouse. Stacked me twice already and he’s eyeing my third stack like I’m just keeping it warm for
by Robert Boucheron The ferry left at dawn and plowed through choppy seas. I stood by the rail on deck, chilled by spray and tense with adventure. Experienced travelers sat on benches in the warm, well-lighted cabin. Sensible people, they read newspapers, sipped from bottles, and ate from wrappers food they had the foresight to
by Sergey Bolmat She was shopping online and saw that independence was on sale. It was so cheap she couldn’t believe her eyes. Maybe it was made in China, she thought, and then she thought that she had to check the seller’s location. And the delivery price, of course. The item could be cheap, but