by Greg Forshaw
“Can I show you something?” she asked him in fluent if flat English, having come out into the primal light of July in Sicily from the gloom below the strangler fig.
Surprised, Sean said, “Of course.”
But she’d already stepped off the gingery cinder [...]
The Fifer of Moments
by James K. Isaac
Sol played his fife to distract the crowd, pulled notes of melodious history through their minds, knotted personal moments into the present. He gave the gents a gift of happy memories; meanwhile hands cut their purses. Or Sol [...]
by Rati Mehrotra
Friday was the last good day. On Saturday the hunters came and by Tuesday Mira was gone, swallowed in the maw of the crowd fleeing Chandipur.
Mira my older sister, the normal one. I look up at the stars glittering in [...]
Capricorn by Rich Larson
Nyx sold his product in the exercise yard, in a blindspot the rusty autoturrets couldn’t swivel to anymore. Inmates walked in slow circles around the synthetic track and every so often one would stop off for the furtive exchange. Nyx slapped neoprene baggies into palms with [...]
by John C. Wright, Esq.
I’m sorry that I smiled at him when he came in, all dripping from the rain. I know it will make my thought-testimony look bad in court. But when you work the late-night shift at the Recruitment Center, and a handsome [...]
by Lindsey Duncan
Sarril picked her way down the cavern slope, claws digging into the ice for purchase. Her toes slid up to the joint into slush, and she grimaced in distaste. She hated not having a solid, icy footing.
She reached the cavern’s basin [...]
Affairs Of Honor by Fraser Sherman
Plodding through the rain-drenched streets, Richard Knorr saw a spear of lightning arc upwards over the roofline ahead of him. It thrust into the black, thunderous clouds and slowly, gradually, they rolled back, revealing a blue sky.
Knorr didn’t want to [...]
The Coin Whisperer
by Sarah Hendrix
I met Cassie as I was moving into the tiny apartment across the hall from her. The stack of boxes I carried prevented me from seeing her as she opened her door and stepped out. Of course I tried not to [...]
Asleep in Zandalar
by Rachel Acks
“Last batch for today.”
Lawrence eyes the battered satchel that has just been dumped on his desk skeptically. It is stained with mud and motor oil; wrinkled paper envelopes that were once white to peep through a tear in its side. “What [...]
by Celeste Rita Baker
(The author prefers the edited version be considered for any awards or reprints; unedited version below the author bio – Ed.)
Ah wake up every morning at thirteen minutes before three. Imagine. Every foreday morning, de same thing. Heart racing, palms sweating, singing [...]