HUGH CARTWRIGHT: Poppy

Today, I kissed some poppy seeds. Scattered them across my garden. Watered them in. Gently sprinkled grey ash over them. One summer, a drunk, who should never have been driving, killed my five-year-old daughter. My only child. In July, the soil where she lies...

JONATHAN H SMITH: Nurture

“I think the cutie has her mother’s eyes,” remarked one passerby while the new family was out eating breakfast. The couple knowingly smiled at one another: their child was adopted. It had only been six months, but despite not necessarily having their likeness, she...

CM BUNCH: Modifications

Bacon. Two eggs, over easy. Two slices of white toast, with butter and jam. Coffee with cream and sugar. The Sunday paper held up with one hand, nothing but coverage of the recent crisis. Indigestion. Headache. Slight anxiety. Tomorrow? Oatmeal. Almond milk. Juice. A...

JOHN RILEY: Potato Digger

When the doctor returns with the information the man remembers how his wet hair turned to ice the night he jumped from his bath and ran across the unfurrowed field, water dripping down his hairless legs, his feet pounding the frozen potato dirt, where...

LISA CHAMBERS: The Other Girl

It started with surreptitious phone calls. Overheard whispers about holding her… “she’s the one.” How could he?! Jenna’s heart raced as his car pulled up. Ready to confront, she threw open the door to find him cradling Millie, their new Labrador puppy. Moral: distrust...

JOHN RILEY: Potato Digger

When the doctor returns with the information the man remembers how his wet hair turned to ice the night he jumped from his bath and ran across the unfurrowed field, water dripping down his hairless legs, his feet pounding the frozen potato dirt, where...

LISA CHAMBERS: The Other Girl

It started with surreptitious phone calls. Overheard whispers about holding her… “she’s the one.” How could he?! Jenna’s heart raced as his car pulled up. Ready to confront, she threw open the door to find him cradling Millie, their new Labrador puppy. Moral: distrust...

KATE FELLOWES: Whodunnit

Who stole my youth? When I hired a detective, he discovered the truth. “They were in it together, these two,” he said, passing me their photos. Father Time showed no remorse, his face kind and gentle. Mother Nature was unrepentant. “Honestly, darling,” she said...

KATE FELLOWS: Whodunnit

Who stole my youth? When I hired a detective, he discovered the truth. “They were in it together, these two,” he said, passing me their photos. Father Time showed no remorse, his face kind and gentle. Mother Nature was unrepentant. “Honestly, darling,” she said...

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