Spent Coinage, by Barney MacFarlane

“So, there I lingered,” recalled a chastened Athelstane of his disembarkation at Constantinople’s Golden Horn … “Cutpurses to the left, cutpurses to the right. Yet mostly to the rear.”“Effendi,” his interrogator scoffed ironically, eyelids withering upon Athelstane’s tight drawstring breeches, “perhaps it was your...

Rain, by Don Tassone

He watched the rain fall. The forecast had called for sunshine. It was the fiftieth anniversary of the day he started working. Only he remembered. He had aspired to greatness. He wanted to become a CEO. Of what, he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter....

The Journey, by Bruce Levine

For forty-five minutes he’d sat there. Bradley Richards, always called Brad by everyone other than his mother, wasn’t sure if he’d been sleeping, dozing or simply vegetating. Whatever it had been, for the past forty-five minutes he was completely unaware of anything. The television...

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