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I. QUARTERS EYE 1960 David Caine, a medium stature man in his late forties, sits in the colonel’s office. The colonel is on the telephone, talking to a general. David draws smoke from one of his dwindling supply of Cuban cigars then he blows the smoke into the air. Continue reading Quarters Eye
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Revelling in the wonder and beauty that spread before me, I took a deep breath and pondered my changed circumstances. The differences were intensified by the busyness of the living splendour that Continue reading What goes around…
Editors’ Choice Award Rain plinked on the roof, a soothing sound far outweighed by the splattering of rain in the puddles. The dampness soaked into my clothes and settled into my bones. The small blaze in the brazier finally gave up the fight against the cold and went out. I shivered. Slipping the roped leather sandals Continue reading Come Rejoice With Me // Editors' Choice Winner Julia had always felt that “you can choose your friends, but not your relatives.” So she tried to make nice, attend the gatherings of this really strange clan where her efforts to fit were in vain, and in general grin and bear it. Her brother James devoted his every Continue reading Relative Merits
Editors’ Choice Award The year I graduated from high school is the same year they put a man on the moon; and it just so happens that I turned seventeen that summer of 1969. Now, these two events might seem to have no relationship to each other, but as I look back on that summer, Continue reading Declaration of Independence
Editors’ Choice Award Jenny casually stirred the beef stew, staring blankly into the chunky mixture of meat, carrots and potato. She drew the metal spoon round and round and in figures of eight, the silky brown gravy seeping through the slots in the spoon leaving a trough behind which was quickly refilled. In the lounge, Dan Continue reading Food for Thought Dry leaves float to the ground and crunch under his feet. He stares at them – shriveled patches of brown and yellow. The wheels of the chair squeak on the cobbled stones. He parks the chair by an old Oak tree, pushing it close to the painted wooden bench, pulling up the brake Continue reading Deal with the Devil – A Short Story March, 2010 Editors' Choice Winner Well, the fat lady has sung. I’m dead. Deader than a doornail. I’m not yet pushing up daisies, but that’s only because no one has gotten around to burying me. I certainly didn’t see this coming when I got out of bed last Saturday. But I guess that’s just how it Continue reading Pillow Talk |
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