I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow

By Melissa R. Mendelson Her fingers drifted across the steering wheel, falling across the keys.  The ignition was cut.  Her hand withdrew but paused, falling gently near the cup holder, her fingers stretched outward, reaching for the leg nearby, brushing gently against it.  But she moved away. “Still have cramps?”  Bailey brushed her hand againstContinue reading “I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow”

Doomsday Book

By Dominic Tramontana Bill poked his head through the doorway, his son Tommy, tucked in bed. “Goodnight, son.” He flipped the switch, leaving only the night light to cast an orange shadow over the room. He worried how long his son would rely on the little light. The room was baby blue with white cloudsContinue reading “Doomsday Book”

That’s Not My Face

By Melissa R. Mendelson The smell was sickening, but nobody seemed bothered by it.  People on the left sat in large, black seats with hood dryers over their heads, covering their faces.  People on the right were positioned in short, black seats with their hands held inside white, metallic boxes, some flinching from the pain. Continue reading “That’s Not My Face”

Automobile Psychosis

By Jason Smith We almost collided at an intersection. He was driving some kind of muscle car, painted primer gray and covered in dents. I didn’t like the way he stared at me through his dirty, cracked windshield. I drove away, and he was soon right behind me. I pulled over and stepped out ofContinue reading “Automobile Psychosis”

Him

By Megan Thompson “The dead still get goosebumps”, I state with a sly smile to the group that has gathered in the office kitchen. They give me a chuckle, and I wink back. They are used to these odd statements from me, it’s one of my signatures moves. What they perceive as “quirky”, I seeContinue reading “Him”

Laid to Rest

By Erik Suchy The sense of prolonged rigidness had never been amongst his feelings before until he found it was consuming him from where he lay. Please do a wiggle.  Please. Its resistance was bold.  Naturally, the potency of total consciousness was never submissive at any and all ordinary limits.  Its imperial mother superior complexContinue reading “Laid to Rest”

The Keeper

By Maryanne Knight Trent Hollis accelerated, the highway curving out of the mountains into Peru’s Pampa de San José, home to the ancient Nazca geoglyphs. His fiancé, Paige Osborne, had one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping the seat. Their meeting with the Peruvian Ministry of Culture had not gone well. The ministry lovedContinue reading “The Keeper”

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”