Inhabitant

Inhabitant

Mary Alice Eckerson was a natural born saleswoman. As a child she’d run a lemonade stand. It wasn’t enough for her so she added a line of cupcakes (made by her mother) and baseball cards (stolen from her brother). From Kool-aid to cars to condos, she built a career...
The Price of Scampering

The Price of Scampering

Fred Gibson squinted against the cloudless sunrise. He was sprawled out on the lawn at an odd angle, his left foot bare on the sidewalk. Dirt covered his hands and caked his fingernails. Thistles and burrs had taken up residence in his clothes. As the sunlight...
The Men of the City

The Men of the City

Amon Rajan did not face the room as he regarded the city-scape through the massive glass window. He appeared as a trim silhouette against the sunset and kept his hands tucked in the small of his back. It was melodramatic, aloof, and, with any luck, frustrated his...
Press and Twist

Press and Twist

He’d been here before. He was sure of it; black tablecloths, silver candlesticks, and a flock of penguin waiters. When had he been here? “We dreamed this silly.” He frowned. She was gone. He turned, straightened his shirt, and hitched his jacket. He...
Flicker and Pulse

Flicker and Pulse

Bruce expected some hippy-dippy new age music. It had been like that when he went to get his palm read and at the tarot place. But not here. It was different. There was no music at all. No props. No anything. Soot black and hollow, the back room was an empty shell....
Clagmarate Fate

Clagmarate Fate

The iron was cold on Roth’s tongue and his spit tasted like rust as it trickled down his raw throat. The bit, much like a horses harness, kept him from speaking while the other iron, chains and manacles, kept him from moving. “We should kill him.” Came a deep voice,...