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Wilfred and Ruth

We stay off the roads and keep to the woods, cutting the brush with machetes.Old Wilfred falls and dies on the summit. Now we move by dead reckoning, heading the direction he pointed before he died.Only Wilfred’s friend…

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The Cult of Trekkies and Coffee

After graduation, I had to buy everything for my first apartment: bed, sheets, plates, desk, and bookcase. Most of my new possessions were from yard sales. At one sale I found a pair of Star Trek mugs emblazoned with…

  • Aug 27, 2026

    Legacy

    Legacy Bookshop was kaput. For 42 years Sarah maternally operated this quaint literary haven. She saw her baby flourish, albeit modestly. Putting all your eggs in one basket might pay dividends, it seemed. But rapacity…

  • Aug 27, 2026

    Fragments

    She found the body fragments when she cleaned the attic. All dried and shriveled up in a wooden box—teeth, hair, nails, umbilical cord. Five sets of each in envelopes, named and dated. She wished it was a memory box…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    The Return

    The media liked to call it ‘the Boomerang Probe’, whenever they could be nudged into reporting on its progress. More prosaically, the team of scientists and engineers behind its development had named it the…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    On and On and On

    On the fifth anniversary of his father’s heroic death in a far-off jungle, a nine-year-old boy pleads and screams as he’s dragged into a tool shed by his drunken stepfather. On the twenty-fifth anniversary, the boy…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    The Game

    Mum pointed at the grass, still lush-green despite the summer.“Tread softly,” she said. “The dead soldiers lie just under the surface.”She loved highlighting hidden dangers.Everything came with a warning, another test…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    Butterfingers

    He pronounced his name, ‘Gee’, like the French name, Guy. That’s what he said when I hired him as a dishwasher. But, he left the plates greasy. And, he kept breaking the glasses as they slipped through his hands. I was…

  • Aug 25, 2026

    Oh, the Places You'll Go Into!

    Black was slimming; red-and-white stripes, not so much. I guess black would make me look like the Grim Reaper. Not a good look for a hospital volunteer.“You’re early,” Hunter, the pharmacy supervisor, said, his bearded…

  • Aug 17, 2026

    Cursed

    To stay safe and free is a constant battle. Wherever I land, wherever I hide, human hands plunge into reeds, rushes, and bushes - thorns or not. To smear pond weed and carrion blood on my golden feathers is of little…

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