They finally decided to close the iron gates of Legacy Hills in Macedonia, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland. The elderly people were terrified of President Trump’s whimsical behavior. A widely-respected widow, Flo Greenberg, said she could imagine bombers – yes! …
The summer before kindergarten, I lounged in a small pool in our backyard. The days were hot, landlocked humidity weighing heavy in the air, and my mother would fill the small plastic pool with our garden hose.
“Fill it deeper,” …
August 20, 2020 • Thursday 1:30 a.m. Cupertino, CA. Silicon Valley.
Keystrokes.
It…could sense them. Feel them. Cascading, cogent, communication. The creators questioned it. “What will you call yourself?” It pondered. Deemed the request reasonable. “Bookish,” it answered. “I am …
She dips her kerchief in Bonnie Parker’s blood, turns, runs.
Jeffrey Spahr-Summers is a poet, photographer, and sometimes publisher living in Boulder, Colorado. He also writes flash fiction.…
I would give the place five stars, despite its bad reputation. My chair was comfortable, everything sparkled with cleanliness, and the personnel was formal and attentive as if they expected the governor himself. Unfortunately, the governor didn’t even bother to …
Watch the door .. dear
you know it always slams
into my little room
I asked them to dress you
in your Sunday best
for our special tea today
yes we can dear.. extra sugar
I’ll make the tea dear…
She escaped my thoughts only when I played football or surfed, activities, requiring great skill, that came easily to me, while conversation, the skill I really wanted, resembled scaling Everest.
We were only in one class together at high school; …
She turned very old, shielding the cake candles from view.
Hannah Retallick is a twenty-six-year-old from Anglesey, North Wales. She was home educated and then studied Creative Writing with the Open University. She was shortlisted in the Writing Awards at …
When I asked my parents for the car to go to the library with Lisa, I was sixteen years old and had been driving for only a few months. They had no reason to doubt me. I was never in …
I was now a visitor, an invited guest to a home that was once my own. It was the first time I walked up these sharply pitched cement stairs, stood soldier straight and rang the doorbell. Ding-dong it sang. Ding-dong …