Ghosting by Richard M. Ankers

Not ghosted, but ghosting. There’s a difference, though it’s too subtle for most air-breathers. One may ghost into any room, into which, in retrospect, one would say they ghosted. The ghosted are identifiable by time and place as in seeing the ghost here or there at such or when, whereas one is only ever ghosting…

Secret Admirer by Dawn Pisturino

The first day of May had arrived, and the world seemed bursting with flowers – red, yellow, purple, blue, and pink!  As Amy walked home from her office job, she breathed in the sweet fragrances that wafted all around her, from the blooming gardens bordering the sidewalk to the flower boxes – alive with living…

South to Key West by Edward N. McConnell

A stiff breeze whipped across the snowy field. There was silence . . . then,             “Cold today, isn’t it?” The wife said.             “Yeah, not as bad as last week though. I don’t know why we stay here in the winter. Next year, let’s go south, I’m thinking Key West,” said the husband.            …

Naming Ceremony by Britta Benson

She called this child ‘Dandelion’, after the only thing that would thrive in her dump of a garden. No poppy here, no marigold, not even a daisy. She was done with them and hoped, her youngest daughter would be resilient, like the bright yellow wildfire weed, that spread across the street, ready to conquer the…

Death of a Stranger by Joni Caggiano

Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd.  My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me.  I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare.  I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three nurses were raped in…

AQUA – Part 4

(A short story in Vietnamese by Trần Băng Khuê, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) PART 1- PART 2- PART 3- PART 4- Last night, I couldn’t close my eyes. I left my bed, headed for the kitchen, and found a knife with a small black handle, placed it next to a lemon…

Thursday’s Special by Joni Caggiano

It was as if the argument earlier today had grown legs and followed me to my rusty red probe. The callous words leaping and reverberating around the entrails of the safe confines of my sanctuary were horrifying.  One and a half hours to travel home, craving that egocentric time.  I turned the radio up even…

A Stormy Night by Kunjal Gupta

The night was cold and torrid winds blew kissing the roofs of all the houses in the colony. Ramu kaka’s little paan shop faced the road which veiled itself into darkness as it entered the ‘AMAR COLONY’.  He shook his head and stretched his face up in a grimace. The LED bulbs were flickering, more…

Outside the Window by Dr. Sunil Kaushal

Every morning I wake up; not rudely awakened out of some wonderful dream, but brooding slumber that cheats me of sunlit days, plummeting into a gloomy dungeon. I stroke the phantom contours of your body; your musk wafting out of crumpled sheets, hits my senses. Your fingers caressing my languorous limbs ignited our passions night…

Cold Red Washcloth by Joni Caggiano

The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering staying up all night. Closing my eyes again, the next thing I knew, someone was shoving my shoulder. I…

The Storyteller by Tiffini Johnson

I got out of this town as soon as I could.  I got out of this house when I turned eighteen.  I didn’t think I’d ever come back. The scholarship from Yale was the best thing that happened to me in years, if not ever. It was about more than the medical degree. It was…

Drown Everything by Tony Espino

Carl looks past the photos of happy customers on the wall at a sparrow perched in the dark on an empty pill bottle outside. An artifact from a time when medication could relieve anxiety. A time when there was a choice to fix society or increase the dosage to deal with society. The highest dosages…

The Women in Dreams

(A short story in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Văn Thiện, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) There was a time when he took too many sleeping pills, he would have these vivid dreams. As soon as he fell asleep, he turned into a woman. Talking about it makes little sense, confusing, and often rather…

Crossed by Sarah Whiley

Izzy didn’t believe in luck, until that cat crossed her path. She had always been certain that events in her life were the direct result of her own decision making and efforts. But that cat. That damn cat. It had changed everything. Izzy had always been in control. Self-assured. Confident. She was a fortress, impenetrable…

And There They Are by M. Taggart

“Now, with that?” “I’ll go with what my sorry wants.” “And again with power of persuasion?” She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone. “It’s what I see when I walk.” “What are we going to do though? Really?” “I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.” The waiter came, heard,…

A Short List by Tony Espino

I glance down at the list written on the palm of my hand. I don’t remember why my middle finger is crooked. But it must be the reason no one takes me serious when I flip them off. It’s hard to read my skin without any lights on. I’m left in the shadows since the…