The story of the week for October 6 to 10 is…
Shared Loss by John Singh
and
Waiting by Nick Di Carlo
LYNN WHITE: Loss
The door was unexpectedly locked.
He found an open window
and climbed in.
She was lying there
on the bathroom floor
dead
beyond revival.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” they said
but the greatest loss was hers,
the one who was
dead.
He knew then that irony
was still alive.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. See more at lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/.
THOMAS MALLOCH: Dressed to Kill
For fishing trips, she would tie her own flies, taking the due care which her grandfather had taught. Like him, her feathers of choice were rooster, mallard flank, and pheasant tail.
Come evenings, she would dress for dinner, meticulously attentive to the detail. And, as with the flies, lethally attractive.
Thomas Malloch began writing in retirement. Short stories, mostly. Sometimes very short. Once or twice a year he gets published which raises his sprits, perhaps more than it should.
WILLIAM MITCHELL: These Aren’t the Thoughts You’re Looking For
The headaches – some days I can’t even focus, let alone work.
Squad medics didn’t care. “Compulsory invalid discharge” – military speak for “useless,” “fired.”
Ever since that day, when they had us hunting those droids, and that old man waved his hand and my mind wasn’t my own.
It still isn’t.
William Mitchell lives in East Sussex in the South of England. He is an award-winning author, having had early success with various Horror and Science Fiction publications before winning the Writers of the Future contest in 2012. His first novel, CREATIONS, came out in 2014 with John Hunt Publishing.
NICK DI CARLO: Waiting
I walk into the VA hospital and pass through two crowded waiting rooms, urology and oncology, before reaching my waiting room: neurology. Each space overflowing with men along in years, Vietnam carved into our faces, we sit and wait. Time ticks away. We wait. Wait. The waiting. Not long now.
Nick Di Carlo has been knocking around this planet for seven decades and a bit. He writes short stories to avoid looking into mirrors and watching clocks. His stories can be read in Muleskinner Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Guilty Crime Story Magazine and Shotgun Honey.
JOHN SINGH: Shared Loss
The news reader’s voice broke. She faltered, then started to cry. The camera cut away to a pre-edited package. This was no simple obituary. Regular programming was interrupted, because he was dead. Around the world, mourning had begun. I watched, eyes dry, and touched the scar he left that night.
A former journalist and communications consultant in the entertainment industry, John Singh has written countless newspaper articles, press releases, and speeches; a number of short stories and a couple of novels. He’s still waiting to hear back from agents on those. Some of his work can be found at jswrites.com.
JOANNA NORLAND: How Lonely?
“Wanna know how lonely I am?” she asked. “The last time I went through airport security, I ‘forgot’ to take off my belt, so that I would set off the alarm and the officer would give me a pat-down. She did a perfunctory, routine search. I revisit the moment daily.”
Joanna Norland is a playwright and writing coach.
KEN GOSSE: Two Little Words Are Not Too Few
I’d like to say a word or two before I go to bed,
and maybe I would write them down if they were in my head,
but since they’re not, I haven’t got a lot of words to write,
and so, instead of writing them, I’ll simply say, “Good night.”
Ken Gosse usually writes whimsical, rhymed verse. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, later in Pure Slush, Home Planet News, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Spillwords, and many others. Raised in Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife live in Mesa, AZ, with rescue dogs and cats.
JOHN H. DROMEY: Digital Disaster
“The new custodian you hired is computer illiterate.”
“That shouldn’t matter. Our mops and brooms are low-tech.”
“Maybe so, but when he heard about a mouse in one of the outer offices, he decided to take drastic action.”
“What happened?”
“The trap he set broke one of the receptionist’s fingernails.”
John H. Dromey has contributed to a wide variety of online and print publications.
Editor: Perhaps this is a companion story to The Mouse?
JR WALSH: The wait is never long
When the muses need inspiration, they know a secret place far away from the artists. They gather among politicians and war hawks watching their demons shimmy inside. The muses wait.
Eventually, an artist ventures into this place seeking riches, fame, or power. The muses devour their soul as a kindness.
JR Walsh is the Online Editor at The Citron Review. He teaches creative writing at SUNY Oswego. Find his writing on itsjrwalsh.com.