Mailbox – by Scott Archer Jones

At six a.m. he strode back and forth in the road. Across the ditch and the big front yard, he could see the lights in the kitchen. He sidled over to the next window. The candle burned on the dining room table. That’s when he knew. She always lit the candle when sentiment swept over…

My Sister, and Other Life Forms – by Jamie Thunder

I see my sister’s face everywhere. It’s on magazine covers, collectors’ edition stamps, and giant billboards at the side of the motorway advertising furniture deals that are out of this world. Even twenty years on she’s a draw, at least if you’re after a sofa. I don’t mean to sound rude, but if she’s going…

Fish – by Eva Ferry

I know a man who has had a goldfish for seven years. In captivity, I understand, a goldfish’s life rarely stretches beyond three. So, upon learning at a dinner party the other day about this wonder of piscatory longevity, I was instantly interested. “What’s your secret?” I asked. He didn’t answer immediately. He looked perplexed,…

Seven Hills – by Kate Jones

I’m assaulted by the afternoon sun as I step out of the airport and wait for a taxi. I’d forgotten how hot the European sun is at midday; can practically feel the freckles bursting across my nose. A taxi pulls up and the driver leans out of the window, stereotypically Italian, black slick-backed hair and…

Payback – by Sue Ann Culp

My hands shook so badly I could barely grip the controls of my wheelchair.  I had been in the lavatory trying to clean spaghetti off the front of my shirt when I heard something like firecrackers coming from the hallway, followed immediately by screaming and running. The corridor was deserted now except for the figure…

Roses – by Tracey Stewart

Wincing as she burnt her tongue on her coffee Charlotte set the mug down on the table and turned the page of the photo album. A bride and groom filled the pages, their smiles leaping out from their perfect day, blue sky surrounding them, the bare branches of the trees home to streams of coloured…

Ruby – by Claire Doble

“This is the place” “Yes, I remember.” Her seventy-nine-year-old eyes were large and ripply behind her thick spectacles. Her face a mass of ridges topped by a puff of grey-white hair. We walked up the familiar lane – barely wide enough for two cars to pass on the metalled road in the centre, and streaked…

Down By the River – by Tom Bentley

He stood on the screened-in front porch, shifting from foot to foot. Though it was a cool fall afternoon in the little South Dakota town, a thin runner of sweat fell down the collar of the starched shirt. Caleb felt like he’d been on the porch for twenty minutes, but it had been three. He…

Evil 101 – by Doctor Disturbious

Evil 101- A few lessons from the dark side. An ongoing series on how I gave up on a normal life and settled for the world…   So you are curious about evil? That’s what usually brings the attention here. From F.B.I profilers to even the casually interested- It’s all a mystery to them. What…

Bodies on Planes – by Amanda Bermudez

As an adult, whose life includes experiences, I know perfectly well that there is no stack of letters idyllically accumulating beneath the threshold of my doorway. I know that there is no comforting mid-century stereotype of a mailman, cocking and shaking his head, shoving said letters into the inaugural square foot of my apartment, privately…

The Business of Saving Souls – by Mitchell Toews

THE SMALL HYUNDAI COUPE crept around the church parking lot. Obviously anxious, Jason Halpnuscht peered about as he drove, his head swivelling back and forth. He checked the area around the dumpster and the large hot air outlets on the rear of the building. Pastor Penn Benner hated to see indigent people on the property….

Invisible Ink – by Katie Marie

“I know, I’m sorry. I won’t be as late as last time.” I said. George sighed on the other end of the line. “Sarah, I’m not complaining about that,” he said. I could picture him as he spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to find a way to say what he…