I already bought the goddamn tickets.
She repeats, “You know nothing about me.”
We’ve been dating for six years. I asked her to marry me once and she said no. I’m further away from marriage now. Closer to alligators. The alligators are right there. It …
Flushed, she breathes.
Expectant, she waits.
Morning: uncertain future ahead.
Henry Bladon is a writer of short fiction and poetry based in Somerset in the UK. He has degrees in psychology and mental health policy and a PhD in literature …
I don’t throw away her dentures. They still sit on her mahogany night stand. Every day I rinse them as if taking care of them will give her the respect I never gave her in life. Everybody keeps saying we …
Simone had asked seu Pedro to bring Marcus this morning to help him lift the cover off the drain to find the source of the smell. But seu Pedro arrived for work alone and agitated. He filled the frame of …
Sunlight sparkling on water droplets falling. Thirsty birds frolic beneath.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared inCafeLit, The Writers’ Cafe Magazine, A Million Ways, Cabinet of Heed…
We want you to know this. Daniel is not your father. Can you handle that? Should I have introduced it to you in stages?
No, no, there’s nothing wrong. We just feel you are owed the truth. He thought you …
James Thredgold, newly graduated In English from the local university, was lucky enough to get a job at the new multi-million pounds refurbished Victorian Library in town. The decision to refurbish this library was not one everybody agreed with. Some …
I remember being in the indoor public swimming pool at the local gym club when the strangest thing happened to me.
There was myself and about 15 other people in the pool on that Saturday morning. I was there by …
