The Waiting Room

By Megan Thompson It smells of sweat and hot breath, combining to make some sort of terrible human perfume. The old lady across from me, whose hair is unnaturally black and stiff, keeps softly dozing in her chair. She is overdressed for the occasion, her pink lipstick smeared around her thin and aging lips. TheContinue reading “The Waiting Room”

The Quartz Child

By Kevin Joseph Reigle When I bought the house, the realtor didn’t tell me a movie was filmed on the property. I ended up hearing about it from an old-timer down at the market. He said I should try and track down a copy. It’d be a chance to see the house in its prime.Continue reading “The Quartz Child”

Warmth and Whispers

By Steven James Cordin Burning cold filled his chest.  Voices in his head screamed for warmth. He awoke with a start, his body so cold it burned.  For a moment, he wanted to let the cold embrace and consume him.  The mad echo of the voices in his head drove those thoughts away.  Their urgentContinue reading “Warmth and Whispers”

The Backyard Digger

By Robb White The boy was a nuisance. Every day I’d find him digging out there with his child’s shovel and pail with happy cartoon figures bordering the tops and bottom. I was solely concerned about his well-being, not the fact he was trespassing. Two summers ago, we had two bands of coyotes raising theirContinue reading “The Backyard Digger”

Caged for Dinner

By Chris Bunton One bite and the memories came flooding back like it was yesterday. He remembered the first time they met. It was at the fountain in the park, and his dog “Bowzer” had tried to hump her little poodle “Trixy”. They laughed so hard trying to separate them and keep them apart whileContinue reading “Caged for Dinner”

Stapelia Grandiflora

By Megan Thompson Our sense of smell is closely related to our memory; For some people that could be the spicy smell of cinnamon that reminds them of grandma’s house, or the smell of fresh wood burning in Autumn air that takes you back to those teenage Friday nights. For me, the smell that takesContinue reading “Stapelia Grandiflora”

The Skeleton Dentist in Providence

By Marshall Geck “And how come you haven’t been to the dentist in so long, Eddie?” Suzie the hygienist asked as she looked up at me with those stunning grey eyes. She was now writing halfway down her clipboard, sitting in the chair across the room. “Are you kidding me? Between commuting, meetings, emails, negotiatingContinue reading “The Skeleton Dentist in Providence”