“I am a true sea-dog with balls the size of cantaloupes!” Diedrich shouted, slashing at a snowy tree branch with a cutlass made from a broken broom handle.
DIED RICH by Mitchell Toews
SHE IS MEDUSA by Tim Kidwell
She felt him long before she saw him. He had to be godborn.
TODAY OUR SAM FOUND ATLANTIS by Joyce Meggett
My name is Sheila Rafferty, and I am the great-niece of Bess Houdini.
WHENCE WE CAME, WHITHER WE GO by William L. Spencer
Wednesday through Sunday, work days, things are good. But Mondays and Tuesdays, my days off, alone in a furnished studio, I cry.
WINDOW VIEW by Rickey Rivers Jr.
From a cool vantage the man watched the boy use his weapon in heat of summer day. “Look at him go,” he said to no one, his voice a fragile thing.