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”

The Family Vig

Flash Fiction by John Bobo Boston, Massachusetts “Hey!” “Yeah?” Mike cursed himself for answering the phone without screening the number, but at noon on his only day off, the pickup was pure reflex. “It’s me.” “Oh, OK.” He glanced at the screen. “You calling from a different number.” “Yeah, a pay phone.” “Where the hellContinue reading “The Family Vig”

What The Reader Read

By Andy Betz “Francis, when are you going to get a raise?”  “Francis, when are you going to stand up to that boss of yours?”  “Francis, get over here and LISTEN to me when I’m talking to you!” If I heard her harping once, I heard her harping a thousand times before.  My Margaret hadContinue reading “What The Reader Read”