Black Cat by Michael Chin

Every witch needs her black cat, but I’m allergic.

Imaginary by Marie Lightman

Wooden planked floor,
soaked in decades-old urine.

Emily new friend soaks in the bath.
I hide behind the mirror.

Baby Blue Eyes by Paul Speller

A splash, followed by a giggle and those baby blue eyes lit up.

Bleak Row by Laura Potts

After the first, my star still north and rising,
they patched his purse of blood-burst skin,
my sleeping bud and starless.

Yellow Prism by Ashley Bullen-Cutting

Dearest Harold Greene,

You will note the package that accompanies this correspondence odd and query why it is I have sent such to you, allow me to endeavour to elucidate upon its discovery, circumstance and point.

I Thought We Were Hunting Elk by Brian Jerrold Koester

Eric taught me on the spot
to wear brush, but not too much,
to wear greasepaint even on my hands.

A Demon’s Favor by Karen Thrower

Tranur appeared in a ring of fire, large, black and ominous. He immediately saw the one who summoned him, kneeling just outside the circle.

Louder than Words by G.E. Smith

I’d had enough of my husband’s verbal abuse. I began recording his comments, typing and printing them out, and shredding them.

Juan Ponce de Leon by Bridget Clawson

I read to five clients, at the moment. One is an unusually tall, angular woman my own age, forty-two, who believes she is Juan Ponce de Leon.