Dear Xrjot, Earth is having a bit of a time now. The climate is going out of balance, but the people and corporations with money refuse to let go of … Continue reading Writing to Artemin Prime by Duane L. Herrmann
Unlikely Friends by Leslie Sittner
November 5, 1963 Dear Jerome, Thank you so much for passing me your full address at the prison today. I’m not sure if it is appropriate for you and me … Continue reading Unlikely Friends by Leslie Sittner
In the Waiting Room by Karen M. Titherington
“But, I’m the patient!” She met the eyes of a stranger in the waiting room in an oncology center. He was coughing and resting simultaneously. Sick she thought. But in … Continue reading In the Waiting Room by Karen M. Titherington
What is This Age? by Duane L. Herrmann
"We're in an age of transition," the man remarked to his companion as they passed by me. I didn't know what transition they were talking about, but I know there … Continue reading What is This Age? by Duane L. Herrmann
The Invasion by Leslie Sittner
“So sad. So very sad. But there’s hope for recovery.” She’s slowly shaking her head as her ancient German shepherd tugs on his leash. Her dog-walking partner nods in agreement … Continue reading The Invasion by Leslie Sittner
“Dodging the bullet” by Linda Freedland
“You know I’d love to have you both over for dinner, but my oven and stove died.” This statement was uttered by a woman, seated next to me, getting her … Continue reading “Dodging the bullet” by Linda Freedland
The Right Combination by Nancy Kimball
“I forgot the combination.” A comment I overheard in the ladies locker room at the local Y. The facility had just opened the locker rooms after more than a … Continue reading The Right Combination by Nancy Kimball
Ode to this Desk by Amy Quinn
This desk isn’t much to look at. It’s not a show-stopper like the one behind me: blond maple with a black laminate in-laid surface, two wings that fold out, and … Continue reading Ode to this Desk by Amy Quinn
Sight Unseen by Joni Youse
You are the second thing I reach foreach morning, rolling overstill cocooned in the last few moments of sleep.Metal appendage, glass covered in fingerprints.Mine, yours, a third.Needed to correct a … Continue reading Sight Unseen by Joni Youse
