On a muggy spring afternoon, the clouds sense a secret is about to be discovered. They crowd low, peering over a verdant bog. The sound of a pickaxe falls in a rhythmic swish-thump. The man’s fear and worry rise …
My cheeks and heart turn red against the cream couch.
Hannah Retallick is from Anglesey, North Wales. She was home educated and then studied with the Open University, graduating with a First-class honours degree, BA in Humanities with Creative Writing …
Zara gripped the steering wheel, frustration simmering as she turned into the parking lot. “We will go out for dinner. Another day.” Lately, her interactions with Lucas had been rife with conflict. He would be twelve in a few …
If bottle shaken hard then opened, compressed content will erupt.
Norbert Kovacs lives and writes in Hartford, Connecticut. He has published microfiction in Blink-Ink, Nanoism, 50 Word Stories, and Potato Soup Journal. His website: www.norbertkovacs.net. …
You never told me much about him.
I learned to keep silent because questions etched fingers of pain across your face and you had enough pain. It sat on your shoulders and seeped from your tired eyes on late nights …
My girlfriend was having a terrible week. On Monday a nationwide transportation strike brought everything to a standstill. It was settled in four hours but she had to take a tricycle to school, got there two hours late. Tuesday they …
Brother You Won’t Find Anything There
Even now she will not let me be. Her hair is stroked and she replies a simple, ‘I am sleeping’. I roll over and all is failure once more, and I stare at the …
A drop of sweat trickles between your breasts, an excuse to head for the office water cooler and scan for the occupant of the cubicle around the corner. You’ve chosen carefully, chatted casually, without being pushy, because you never know, …
It’s not sunset, I said. The shadows continued to lengthen.
Mary Hickey’s literary fiction has appeared in The Griffin, Happy, Kalliope, Freshwater Literary Journal, Dark Starr, and other publications. She spends way too much time playing backgammon online as “mamabear”.…
They woke us up in the middle of the night, then folded down the back seat of the station wagon and lined the space with air mattresses and quilts. We left when it was dark, the two of them up …