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All through the meeting, from behind the thick trunk of the frangipani tree, Ivor watched her through the open louvre windows.
One hundred and one uses – Maree Kimberley
He tosses these little tombstones on the felt with an experienced nonchalance.
And when I looked up, it had disappeared – Andrew Bowles
She would mix a half-whistle with fragmented lyrics. He could listen to her for hours—usually.
That urgent kind of red – Nathan Good
“Any of you damn fools have the slightest idea what it takes to look this good?”
Starved – Samuel E. Cole
“I see you in a long white dress, a big diamond on your finger.”
Moving Insurance – Dusty-Anne Rhodes
“You’re a tyrant,” she said, “you question my every move. I hate that. I hate it.”
She Fired First – Tiffany White
My funeral won’t be no big affair. Just my son, his girlfriend, maybe a few neighbors.
The Escapee – Don Jennings
Only gradually do you become aware of a pattern as he moves off the lower register and challenges the bar’s steadfast din.
The Clonmel Set – Mike Gallagher
He wheels a long yellow Caddy into the lot. It’s low, rusty, and full of Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Idaho – Rick Bailey
I felt the glorious burn as skin flaked free from my cheeks and chin and neck. I told myself to stop it.
Love Among Apes – CS DeWildt
The crowds are directed onto a line of waiting buses and Sylvie follows.
Abe and Sylvie – Joanne Jagoda
She sipped guava juice from a teacup and made a clicking sound instead of barking.
Felix Mistral Grocery – Sally Reno
But not today. Lots of extraneous notes make at least half the chords sour and off-color.
Senior Recital – Dusty-Anne Rhodes
It’s written in the fire safety rules. It’s because we might impede others escaping …
Last Man Not Standing – Layla Blackwell
“Are you the guy Omphale told me about, the one with the limp, the one who works at Maggie’s Father’s Farm?”
Two Doors – Corey Mesler
Sweat drips from under his bri-nylon toupée and courses across his cheeks. I’m surprised the gun hasn’t melted down his nose. I’d go with the shotgun – Matt Potter
“It sounds ridiculous,” my therapist says, “but you can learn from this. Experience—however horrible—is life’s best teacher.”
Next Door – Len Kuntz
I know it’s not her in the pictures I’ve seen, no matter what the note in the cemetery says.
Tansy Rogers is her name! – Gill Hoffs
“Not a chance,” she said. “Stay back. Over and done with.”
Broken Wing – Andrew Stancek
I eat nothing on the day of the bloodletting, and walk into Science already feeling faint.
A Bloody Path to the Exit – Thomas Sullivan
We feed each other in small ways but I want to fly to him and feast and he is not ready for that.
From the Box – Misti Rainwater-Lites
“I’m expected to have sex with any and all of them whenever they want it.”
True Friend – Joyce Juzwik
Music, museums, and theater: the newsstand was his life support system. “Not dead, yet!” he could think.
Interruption – Phillis Ideal