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Sanctuary! by J.M. Taylor
Tara and Chris had rented the Amvets Hall for the wedding. The room’s sliding partition was closed for the event. On the other side of the accordion wall, a group of senior women were holding their...
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My Blue Mistake by Brian Morse
Will this be the one that gets me killed? I’ve asked myself this question no less than one hundred times before. I’ve also never given much thought to death, but now that I’m dead, I have all the time...
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GLASS CEILING by Frank Quinn
Money has a smell all its own. A flat scent of eager hands and disappointed dreams. Miriam loved the smell of cash. Not the flat crisp hundreds the ATMs spat out but the odor of well-worn bills. The...
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Bingo Night, Part I by Vincent Zandri
“All I’m saying, Tony, is this. Those old people living out their days at the old folks home across the road got cash coming out the wazoo. They play bingo, they don’t play for small change. They got...
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Bingo Night, Part II by Vincent Zandri
Stan gets out, taps on the door, three distinct times. We wait. Finally the door opens. “Took you so long, babes?” Derrick, standing in the dark open door, thumbs jammed inside his leather utility...
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The Bridge by Simon Maltman
Part 1 I opened the door into my small and let’s say minimal office at just after half nine that morning. As usual, I had made the short journey on the metro from Chodov to Pancrák, grabbing a take out...
View ArticleGames the Wealthy Play By Walt Giersbach
Lorraine was a game that Nathan played with great relish. Not a childish game, but a sport called life. First, there were odds. Odds that her husband, Dexter, wouldn’t discover their affair. The...
View ArticleBlood and Botany by Simon Maltman
“Pass us the rake Brian, would ya?” “Two seconds mate… there you go.” “Cheers,” said Tim, starting into a final tidy up of the lawn, “if you wanna load up the van that’ll do us.” “No probs,” Brian...
View ArticleTHE FINAL COUNTDOWN 2… Because The Night by Paul D. Brazill
Mark Finney’s footsteps echoed as he walked across the rusty, metal railway bridge. A steely fog was spreading itself across the town and he could no longer see the trains creeping slowly below him. He...
View ArticleTHE FINAL COUNTDOWN 1… CHINA WHITE IN MASHPEE by Richard Godwin
1. WORK. Elixirs come in many forms, I have found, but there are none as good as a well-executed job. Work: I am tired of all the Murphy Artists, con men lining up on the puke stained sidewalks, all...
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