The Wrong Name

By Marco Etheridge The woman saw her face reflected in a thick pane of security glass smudged with the ghostly imprints of forgotten kisses. Her reflection was serious, nervous, pretty: Margaret Kayner, a young graduate student waiting to meet a monster.Beyond the glass barrier was a worn counter bare of anything except a dirty phone.Continue reading “The Wrong Name”

Dead Flies

By Lindsay Fudim By the time my swatter cracks down on the porch railing like a court gavel the fly is a pancake. Again, I lift the swatter to the air and mercilessly bring it down on the dead fly’s companion, sending sawdust and splintered wood into the air as I do so. “By God,Continue reading “Dead Flies”

Nightfall

By Kevin Reigle Red and blue police lights reflected off the frosted store windows. The snow glowed from the moonlight as it fell on the city park. Onlookers stood behind the yellow police tape near the gazebo, intently watching the officers examine the body. Flashes from the crime photographer’s camera made the crowd uneasy asContinue reading “Nightfall”

There Are Only Rumors

By Kim-Dan Doan The hills and farms had molded into a cluster of trees that grew so high that they blocked the sun. He looked up but could only see a few rays of light seeping through the branches. One caught his eye and he was forced to blink. He shook his head. When heContinue reading “There Are Only Rumors”

Safe Cracked: The Peruvian Cob Caper

By Russell Guenther It was another busy Monday morning at the San Diego County Superior Court. Sheriff’s Detective Rogelio Santana didn’t arrive back in the station until well after lunchtime. “Back from the murder trial?” Deputy Hayes, Santana’s former patrol partner asked. “​Puto​,” Santana said. “What’s that, Roger?” “What kind of asshole kills his ownContinue reading “Safe Cracked: The Peruvian Cob Caper”

The Paris Express

By Jonathan Wilkins Élodie met him in a faded restaurant in a small, rainy town Saint-Mars-la-Brière on the main line between Tours and Paris. There were mirrors on the walls all around the room. Over his shoulder she could see herself reflected a dozen times; it made her blink. She wasn’t sure which face wasContinue reading “The Paris Express”

A Bottle of Vodka

By Dick Johnson It was summer when Joe walked into the bar on 2nd street. It was the same old place, and Billy was sitting in his same old spot, while the juke box played the same old “Sweet Home Alabama”, and people danced around. “Joe! You’re out! Let me buy you a drink.” BillyContinue reading “A Bottle of Vodka”