Square One by Bill Tope
Square One by Bill Tope April After Amy was violently raped, she had moments where she lost all touch with reality. The assault happened after her shift at the tavern ended and she was...
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At Sea by Henry Simpson
At Sea by Henry Simpson I may have interested Mario in camping by blabbing about nature, observing wildlife, hunting with a .22 rifle, hiking, swimming, sporting a big knife on my belt, strip poker,...
Dark Remedy by Patrick Ritter
Dark Remedy by Patrick Ritter Cliff Mallory glared at his wife, Tish. Not how he wanted to start his Saturday. The day’s fight card had started with a light sparing – house matters...
The Cure by Maryanne Chappell
The Cure by Maryanne Chappell Ava looked in the mirror and studied her face. The lines were becoming more prominent. The clock on her modeling career was ticking faster with each passing year. And...
The Sweetest Smile by Jim Dawson
The Sweetest Smile by Jim Dawson Deena’s sweet smile scared me more than her right hook. I first encountered her in a two-story suburban home we both broke into. An undersized defensive tackle whose...
The Cashier Always Rings Twice by Jon Wesick
The Cashier Always Rings Twice by Jon Wesick I was sitting in my basement office at 4th and Drucker with nothing to keep me company but a bottle of rye whiskey and a bad...
The Woman in Flowered Dresses by Barry Yedvobnick
The Woman in Flowered Dresses by Barry Yedvobnick Ben Birk stared at the wall menu with his eyes moving like REM sleep. He wasn’t surprised by the gorgeous Grand Canyon panorama. It was a...
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto
Just What I Needed… by J.D. Fratto I walk in at 7:15: later than usual and Tara’s still not home; not in the kitchen, the TV room, the bedroom; not even the back yard....
I Dream Of Satan by Doug Hawley
I Dream Of Satan by Doug Hawley As a young boy, I was moved from the bedroom that I inhabited with my older sister to the room in the attic that my father had...
Taking Rosie Home by Bill Tope
Taking Rosie Home by Bill Tope After she had spent the last thirty-six hours with her sister and me, and Sunday morning had finally come round, it was time to take Rosie home. She...