by Mike Sauve
Struck down by subatomic particles in subatomic nuclear explosions leading to: yes, internal fireball. This the fate of Aunt Claire, who once yelled at me for pulling her dog’s tail.
by Bobbi Lurie
Dementia got up and started wandering, tasting food from the plates of strangers.
by Margaret Eaton
The back roads echoed inside her stripped bare minivan: no carpet, no rubber, no foam; loud and tinny, fume free, safe for Birdie.
by Kirby Wright
Doc decides I need more blood to the brain.
by Cory Latarski
Harry threw a nearly bare hind leg in the trash. Stan threw a leg in as well.
by Peter Clarke
One day an eighteen-year-old girl slept in past noon.
by Kyle Loera
He does this easy. Calm. He takes a minute to let the jitters pass. Crosses his arms. Stands up straight. Slow, deep breaths.
by Thomas Andes
“Who’s ready for dessert?” she calls as she barges through the saloon doors with five glasses on a tray, oblivious to the scarlet flush that tips her daughter’s ears.
by Aaron Voyles
The town pleaded with the Lord, but the sand began to take their towers. One story at a time, the towers sank into the ground. No one knew why.
by Jules Riley
Across the boulevard there were still old buildings. An elderly woman appeared and threw a bucket of steaming water at the pavement. He crossed the boulevard and realized she was scrubbing excrement.