Category: Favourites
Small Talk
Short Story I like to come out here. Yeah, it’s nice. There used to be a barn over there. I don’t know what happened to it-neighbors must have torn it down. I didn’t...
Tapestry of Joy
Short Story If the theory that postulates an infinite number of parallel universes is correct, then the following definitely happened: In a universe very much like our own apart from a few crucial details,...
The Voluntourist
Short Story ‘I don’t think you’re hearing me.’ Cheryl slumped further into the chair and examined her nail beds. Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing. ‘Cheryl, I can assure you that...
Philester Q. Michelton: Mage Extraordinaire
Short Story Philester Q. Michelton was an odd man, and although he was not sad or depressed, on certain nights his constant seclusion did cause him to experience a longing for a woman’s...
Finding Wobbly Doll
Historical Fiction “It’s them Bolsheviks,” Gertrude Delaney overheard a policeman say as he read the New York Times. “They want another bloody revolution.” She bowed her head guiltily when he caught her staring, and...
A Dose of Big Mike – Part Three
Short Story We were in Mike’s kitchen drinking whiskey. He was wearing basketball shorts over his nicest long johns. He put his drink on the counter, pulled his shorts down, turned around, bent...
The Red Butterfly, Part Sixteen – Not For Tourists
Short Story She was right; there would be no dancing tonight. This was traditional flamenco. “This song is called Bulerias por Solea,” said Anna, “es muy antigua.” This was the old stuff, what had...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty One
Short Story He crossed over to his computer chair and dropped into it heavily, kicking up dust from the cushion. Jennifer tried again to wrestle up to her feet, but was still pinned to the...
Coasting – Part Five
Short Story Milly: “Von?” Von grunted and breathed with rising inflection. Milly: “Von, I-“ Von: “Yes?” Milly couldn’t speak, and she soon found herself removing Von’s pants, lowering her head and diving in. She was...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
