He stands where his father put him, white faced, tears staining his cheeks, little fists clenched at his side, listening to the silence. His mother’s stifled screams, moans, and sobs have stopped.
He is trembling, frozen with fear, eyes fixed on the belt hanging on the back of the door.
Ann Sangwin is a retired teacher, now a career grandmother. She has written all her life but until recently has not thought of submitting for publication. She lives in Kent, where she recently joined a writing group which has changed her life.
I’ve always been told to trust you. But you only entice me to make bad decisions, like eating Taco Bell after midnight. Then you spend hours punishing me!
And now you’re telling me to quit my job to become a novelist?
This isn’t working. I’m leaving you for my Head.
Diana Wagner loves to write and read and watch and think about stories.
Georgi, by 15 months the older brother, would say, “Bori, bring the toys,” and Bori, heeding authority’s voice, hastened to comply.
Now, in their eighties, their relationship has not changed.
When Georgi thinks it’s time for lunch, Bori, though slowed by age, limps to the kitchen to bring the sandwiches.
Catherine Mathews is a State Department retiree formerly stationed overseas in Paris, Rome, Tel Aviv, Athens, Frankfurt, and Istanbul. She is now living in Northern Virginia and writing about her life.
A chap started speaking to me on the train this morning. He told me he had just killed his wife, shot her twice in the head, and was off to Bristol to kill again.
I turned to the sports section in the newspaper.
England Lose By Six Wickets.
Anton lives in Durham, U.K. He writes fiction and poetry while trying to finish a PhD, all fueled by numerous cups of tea. Find him at antonrose.com or @antonjrose.
[Ella has entered text]
I can’t close the chat, even though it’s been almost four months since the cremation. I check the bottom of that box like the morning paper, like it gives my life meaning. I thought nothing could hurt more. Today I’ll close the chat.
[Ella is typing]
Corinna lives in North Carolina with a loving partner and a herd of cats. She is the author of the Myths & Mortals trilogy, published by Harper Impulse.
I don’t interrupt; that would be rude.
She’s telling me the same story of nearly drowning that I’ve heard before. She’s determined to squeeze out every memory before it’s gone.
Like my mother’s boxed wine, her memories have slowly dripped out onto the floor, and she doesn’t even know it.
R. H. Palmer lives in Southern Illinois and spends her free time listening to old records and terrorizing her cats.
The white gold, worn thin by years, cut her grandmother’s cold finger as Julia removed it. Her tears caught the diamond’s fire.
“She wanted you to have it,” Pops said.
“I miss her already.”
“Me too, Babe.” He held Julia close and kissed her head.
“…How much is it worth?”
Frank Solomon retired from the University of Kentucky after 30 years as a Systems Programmer and now pursues his many passions from his home in Kentucky. http://www.franksolomon.com.
I’d seen all the tricks. I’d been a magician, conjuror, illusionist for over thirty years. But this guy, I couldn’t figure it out.
“How do you do it?” I asked.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“God, you people drive me nuts.”
Then he walked off across the lake.
Ruby Ray has been a Jill of many trades and mistress of some of them. Anyway, she hopes to have mastered (mistressed?) a few more before she takes it easy for good.
He came to my childhood bedroom every night: silent, colourless, translucent, sad.
One night he was waving his arms, telling me to get out. Then he vanished.
I ran outside and hid in the woods.
That night my father, deeply disturbed, strangled my mother.
I never saw my saviour again.
After trying a lot of different jobs, Arthur Brown still has ambitions, but he’s not sure what they are.
I woke from my nap soaked in sweat, shivering. I felt chest pain.
In the kitchen my wife had my heart on a cutting board. I watched as she jabbed a fork in and sawed with a steak knife.
“Whoa,” I said. “Easy there.”
The whole marriage was like that.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and appeared in 30 anthologies. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled Nothing But Trouble. Visit BobThurber.net.