Tex is old school, still uses snail mail. Today, instead of going to the post office, Tex will try the latest technology.
After the message is sent, Tex feels confident. Now all he has to do is wait for a reply.
Tex will go back to the telegraph office tomorrow.
Denny E. Marshall had had art, poetry, and fiction published, including fiction in The Stray Branch Spring 2017. See more at dennymarshall.com.
I once knew an absent-minded assassin who sent poisoned letters through the post. After a note had been anonymously deposited to be postmarked, she’d apply her favorite perfume and take herself out on the town.
Her career came to an end shortly after she mailed a letter doused in perfume.
Sarah Krenicki does not wear perfume. This could end up being a lifesaver.
He wore bags under his eyes and dressed in all-black.
He mourned over having to let go of what he had known for years.
Yet, he gleamed with elation as he moved his tassel from right to left.
Four years had passed, but he knew it was only the beginning.
Ever since she was young, Annie Lin has been doing all kinds of outdoors activities, including hiking and biking. Drawn to the atmosphere of nature, she keeps busy with figuring out the animal shapes of clouds and learning more about cultures beyond the city life. She is frequently out in the sun, often finding herself coming home with an awful tan.
She’d stalked him for months.
Fantasized about the intimacy of his bite.
About eternal life.
She imagined the momentary pain, and the rapture of desire.
She followed him to his lair and awaited nightfall.
His teeth grazed her compliant neck.
Backing away, he muttered, “Sorry, not my type.”
Alison does not like vampires. They are not her type.
Fabio the Fearless would perform a handstand on a chair, on the edge of a high building. The crowd grew silent, all eyes turned upward.
All save those of someone moving stealthily through the crowd. Job done, he disappeared, pockets filled with wallets that moments ago had not been his.
Answering the call of multiple muses, Edward W. L. Smith has previously published nine non-fiction books, more than fifty essays, memoir, magazine articles, short stories, and a good bit of poetry. He is an Emeritus Professor of Psychology, Georgia Southern University, and lives part-time on a small barrier island off the coast of Georgia.
Listen to Grandma, I was told.
“Little steps help you climb the ladder of success.”
“Never look back, onward and upwards.”
“Wipe away the smears of detractors.”
“Shine in your achievements; be part of the gleaming city.”
Good advice; so I quit university and became a window cleaner.
Stuart is from Christchurch New Zealand. He is retired and enjoys writing flash and short stories. He is working on a children’s book.
She didn’t greet him at home, and when he touched her shoulder, she stared at him with eyes full of tears.
“Sorry I’m so late. The traffic sucked, and my phone died. Is that why…?” he nervously asked.
“Five people unfriended me on Facebook this week!” Then she broke down.
Katya Duft is a translator, interpreter, and language teacher, and enjoys writing short stories, poetry, and her blog Tales from the Bus.
Being a toll troll was taxing, in all senses of the word. Many refused to pay the copper penny he demanded for essential bridge maintenance. Eventually he decided to start threatening people with a club.
Now, three billy goats were approaching.
This time he was determined to get his due.
Mark Farley writes novels, flash fiction and the occasional poem.
Dante Bernthall knew he was dying, and went on a farewell tour to say goodbye to his beloved fans. He sang songs they loved; they cried together, gave thanks, and exchanged goodbyes on stage.
And then he just didn’t die. Actually, he got better.
His fans were kind of disappointed.
Alex Colvin is a Canadian humourist who works in Real Estate. Sorry. Find out more at alexandercolvin.wordpress.com.
Twinkly blue eyes, shiny brown hair and a Hollywood smile… Swoon.
Flowers, hearts, teddies and chocolates strewn all around.
“Be my Valentine” proudly displayed.
How are you today, he asks?
Our eyes meet as he announces for all to hear: “Price check on lasagna for one.”
Lynn Cliff wrote this story.