Fall 2023 Issue 23
Mary Lewis-Fiction
I watched. It didn’t take long. His back contracted into an arc that left the sofa and he let out a sound, half groan half shriek that went on and on. I almost got up but then it died out. Not the spasm though, which took many minutes to release his back to the sofa again.
James Collector-Fiction
Even though we live in a city, Lee’s warmth makes it feel like a village somehow. In a village, there would be less of a class divide. Lee might be the checkout clerk, but we would see each other in the square, maybe at the pub. I would buy her and her husband a drink.
Joe Ducato-Fiction
The Pirate removed his hat and nodded at the back of Grace’s head.
“M’lady.”
He placed the hat on an empty stool. Grace looked up.
“Dark enough tonight,” The Pirate said, “…to have your legs stolen out from under you. Far too many miles, but I was determined to make it. Never disappoint ghosts. What have you done to the Lepidoptera? They’re positively out of their skulls. Do they have skulls?”
“M’lady.”
He placed the hat on an empty stool. Grace looked up.
“Dark enough tonight,” The Pirate said, “…to have your legs stolen out from under you. Far too many miles, but I was determined to make it. Never disappoint ghosts. What have you done to the Lepidoptera? They’re positively out of their skulls. Do they have skulls?”