Lunacy

Speculative Crime Fiction By Margaret Karmazin “Who saw Lucy Beard this morning?” Inspector Margot Waite asked the cafeteria crew behind the counter this first Tuesday of the month, which meant Veggie Day. Not the most popular on Toronto Moon Base on Peary Crater, the moon’s newest installation. Toronto was quite up-to-date, though lacking some ofContinue reading “Lunacy”

Twenty Dollar Post-Mortem

Crime Fiction by R.J. Butler My first day in Homicide, and it rained. Always a bad start. Whitehaven looks like a city trying to kill itself but missing every time. The buildings lean away from each other, as if ashamed to be seen standing beside each other, as the brick rots and the windows sweat,Continue reading “Twenty Dollar Post-Mortem”

Mannequin Man

Crime Fiction by Pandel Collaros An October evening ride in a hansom cab through Central Park, as two dark figures in breakaways flicker on the distant horizon of a frozen ocean—fiending a head. They all looked so real. That’s what people always said. He knew they were real. People are so ignorant, he thought. TheyContinue reading “Mannequin Man”

Thou Shalt Not Lie

Flash Fiction by Jim Harrington I’ve been in his apartment many times. It always starts with dinner and a drink or two at Luigi’s Bistro or Leonard’s. I dress as he requests, in a short dress or skirt, “and no underpants,” he says, with a half smile and a wink. *Good luck on that lastContinue reading “Thou Shalt Not Lie”

Demolition

Flash Fiction by Steve Saulsbury Stanley told me about doing the demolition, as a charity project. To the community, as a way of healing. Unusual, yes, but the house stood as a reminder of what had happened. “Very heartbreaking,” Stanley barked, stepping up onto his excavator. Winter weather hadn’t deterred a small crowd from gathering.Continue reading “Demolition”

Howth Head

Speculative Fiction by Frank Sonderborg Lupo stood on Howth Head and watched the red sun as it headed west to the Americas. There was a biting cold in the Howth tangy sea air. He looked down upon the grave of Philip Parris Lynott and thought of his Papa. His Papa had raised him with storiesContinue reading “Howth Head”

Pieces Of The Heart

Crime Fiction by Christine McDevitt It has been three months since Edwin Charles Lexington III’s wife had died. Edwin (Ed) had always hated his name. His grandparents immigrated from England in the 1800’s and had wanted to keep some of their heritage, so they had continued the name. The first Edwin Charles Lexington, had beenContinue reading “Pieces Of The Heart”