The drinking fountain on the left is a humming machine. The one on the right looks like a bathroom sink…
Blind Spots I Have (Not) Known by Judith Katzman
Category: Flash
Kamikazes (for Tina) by Nicolas Poynter
… mostly I don’t know where I’m going in my dreams. I’m just moving, walking or hurtling through the nothingness of space.
on certainty by Shannon Ratliff
“After the river rose, a kid ran screaming into town…”
On a New Life by Michael Levan
…It’s not his fault or hers, not the three-year-old boy’s…
Promise by Carol D. Marsh
I must have heard her screams, though I don’t remember. I’m flinging open the hallway door, racing to her mother’s room.
Tutored by Rick Brown
When we veer from the lighted street to cut through an alleyway, I just know something is about to happen, like sixth sense…
Why is a Door a Plate? by Aiysha Jahan
When would a door ever be a plate? It is when I look across the road and say: Hey, they’ve dumped two plates outside.
Baptism by Sarah M. Clifford
They show me how to do it on carpet first. Bare feet and basketball shorts. Plug your nose and dad will dip you. See?
Home is a Feeling by Sara Streeter
A crooked but sturdy wood fence, gray with age, guides my daughter and me along until we emerge from the path…
Everything Goes by Susan Morehouse
She forgets things. Where her jewelry is. Where home is. Where she is. Christmas came and went, but Mom thought it was May.
