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Catnip and OatmealLost! The scarlet letters scrawled across the top of the poster taped to the bus shelter tugged at the corner of Finn’s eye. He flicked a glance in its direction and then looked back down at the screen of his phone. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Christmas Tale for the DisenchantedIt was a December twenty-fourth unlike any December twenty-fourth in recent memory. The ground was blanketed with ice from a snowfall two days earlier, and it was quite cold. They even predicted more snow by nightfall. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Heavenly Numbers“It’s a number thing, isn’t it?” she asks. Ms. Question Girl, soft khaki slacks, a gauzy white blouse, and the kindness of lovely skin, cozying-up to me, Mr. Middle-Aged and Mr. Alone. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Viral“And that is my extra special recipe for mango-glazed chicken.” Callie looked up at the camera. “Thank you for joining me, and please be sure to check out my other tutorials, here on my channel, Chez Callie.” She paused, still smiling and looking straight into the camera. “And… Cut!” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Hunting
Eddie slides underneath the heat lamp near the open door. She says, “That’s better,” to herself and everyone standing there smiles, nods, and looks at her. Her shoulders, her knees, the seams of her coat. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Malacca HouseBy James Aitchison QuailBellMagazine.com Behind the gates, unnoticed in defeat, A mansion dreams of golden days now lost. Her fanlight windows in her black-stained shell Gaze blind, loosen’d shutters by the seawinds tossed, While monsoons breach her roof, hast’ning her farewell; How decay has claimed a rich man’s citadel, Mosquito-ridden water ’round her feet. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
AmnesiacStop being effervescent. Luminous glass-winged butterfly. If I touch you, you'll shatter like a moon-kissed pool. I could mirror your brightness, but the truth would extinguish your fire sprite soul. You don't need to know about shadows rippling underwater, the blood caked at the corners of our exhausted wordless mouths. How you burned me from within. A purifying fever that scourged us both. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Words Over BreadBy Keith Moul QuailBellMagazine.com
Sent early for last-second chores, each boy comes Dutifully, quietly, head bowed for three last steps. |