Short Story: Claire’s “Pandemic”
Pandemic by Claire Matturro The last man on stage Struts and frets as he exits. From a tree, a wren Sings “Ode to Joy” as a rose Opens to the sun.
Pandemic by Claire Matturro The last man on stage Struts and frets as he exits. From a tree, a wren Sings “Ode to Joy” as a rose Opens to the sun.
by Jessica Dall Lisbon: 1755 In the quick break before the next round of bodies arrived, John rubbed his shoulder. He had worked with worse injuries, but somehow this one was paining him worse than
by Deborah L. King Robert Bryant stopped in his tracks as white fog suddenly clouded his view. “Do you wish to continue walking?” the gender-neutral voice at his ear asked. Robert touched the tiny button
By Brian S. Leon Chapter i Tyre, Phoenicia, 1232 BC As the sun began to set on a pleasant summer’s evening, the sailors made the squat hippoi ship–named for its horse-head masthead–secure at its moorings within the
by Erica Lucke Dean I stepped through the door and froze. Over the past several years, I’d spent countless hours in this place—every Tuesday night, pre-pandemic, to be precise—but suddenly, I was unsure of where
by Sheri Langer “It’s a boy! Ten pounds, six ounces.” A brief pause before the cry that would punctuate the beginning of their life as a family. Ah, there it was. Strong, insistent, and seemingly
by Marlene Adelstein The rental casita that Jesse had found on-line turned out to be perfect. It was furnished, took dogs, and was only a short walk to the old town square. She had put
by Stefanie Spangler “There’s a call for you, dear,” Karen called over the partition that separated Ivy’s desk from the reception area. “Line One.” Who would be calling me directly? Ivy looked down at the
by J. Leigh Trigger Warning for: violence, child abuse, slavery, implied murder, and social injustice. Reader discretion is advised. Fog rolled in. It creeped off the lake with a sentient manner, almost as if it were
by Mary Fan A Jane Colt Story “Could you come outta there? I wanna see who I’m talking to.” This was a bad idea. Sneaking out of your room in the dead of night and meeting