Her slender fingers brushed the palm of his hand.
‘Your hands are rough,’ she said, kissing them.
‘Oh, thanks,’ he said.
‘They’re still my favourite part of you.’ Continue reading Chimaera by Steven Bruce
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. Continue reading The Baby’s Foot by Belinda Rimmer
The tour guide beams, flashing her yellow spiked maw. Continue reading Pops by H. Victory
A splash, followed by a giggle and those baby blue eyes lit up. Continue reading Baby Blue Eyes by Paul Speller
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. Continue reading Yellow Prism by Ashley Bullen-Cutting
Tranur appeared in a ring of fire, large, black and ominous. He immediately saw the one who summoned him, kneeling just outside the circle. Continue reading A Demon’s Favor by Karen Thrower
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. Continue reading Juan Ponce de Leon by Bridget Clawson
The sixties were the best time to be alive. The sun never seemed to set. The music flowed like water and love fluttered through the air like butterflies. Continue reading Paradise Lost by Rae Gee
Continue reading Evelyn’s Country Depot by Scott Hughes
Nick steered a truck pulling a flatbed trailer a quarter-mile through a pecan orchard, and finally the house came into view: a two-story cottage, white with black shutters.
Continue reading Parched by Nick Romeo
“I think I have just enough fuel in the generator so we can watch the five o’clock news,” Mark says while he adjusts the rabbit ears. His boots echo from the steel flooring and walls as he makes his way to the couch.
The town had been a river port. Barges filled with golden grain had steamed away. Ships filled with wines, pianos, furs and jewels had arrived. Continue reading Artists in the Underworld by Richard Wayne Horton