Girl Who Spiralled by Amanda Oosthuizen

She woke up one morning and found the coccolith nestled in the palm of her left hand like a secret. When she tried to pick it off, it settled, winking mischievously.

The Owls Gather to Watch by Rachel Burns

Pegged sheets flap
under a yellow moon

The Humming Casket by J. Hugo

An open pasture rusted with wild lilies, isolated
on the northern edge of town, a small pond
in the middle ringed by thriving maple:
it was there, thirty years ago,
that Uncle Bill killed himself.

Refusing Oblivion by Richard Manly Heiman

A blown-up tintype covers one library wall. This is what the school looked like in 1885, I say, that year in history when—

Suffer Not the Little Children by Gary McGuigan

He found the corpse early morning.

The Baby’s Foot by Belinda Rimmer

Pearl-Susannah rarely brought friends home – Pa didn’t make them welcome. He didn’t approve of friends, didn’t see the need of them. He had none of his own.

Black Cat by Michael Chin

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

Our Lady of the Sewer Grate by Robert Beveridge

Dollhouse teacups must be washed
by hand;

Deep Edges by G.E. Smith

After driving by it for months, he finally stopped to see if it was a pit or shadow from the nearby trees.

The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague

I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head.