Fiction
Companionship - Jarod K. Anderson
On the walk home, there was always time to see the last callers stumbling out of the Main street bars. Jason never made eye-contact, but he could usually watch them unnoticed. He wondered where they were going, who they were with. He wished he had a window on the street so he could watch the taxis coming and going, but the only window in his apartment faced the alley that held his only entrance and exit...
Manpower - Samantha Boring
The edge of the paved road cracked beneath the weight of Kira’s car as she turned left towards home, instead of right. Her tires skirted the edges of the old forgotten Township 17 pulling her down closer towards the ditch. “This is what I get for going to see Pam,” she said aloud as she was pulled off the road by its crumbling edges. Her muffler fell off when she wrangled her way back onto the road...
Disloyalty - Ashley Caggiano
My finger’s not on the trigger yet.
The thought repeated itself as his fingers grazed the pistol at his side. His weapon called to him to take it up, screamed to seize it and shoot, but that was just the gun talking and he was trying to ignore it for the first time. The metal was unmistakably cool even as a heavy breeze blew through the darkened town, and yet sweat slipped down the back of Hugh’s neck and pooled between his shoulder blades...
70W - Michael Morrison
We woke up hung over in Kansas. We had spent the night in Kevin’s Ford Escort, parked at the dead-end of some new housing development. It was the second day of our road trip and just a little after sunrise. We pulled back onto Interstate 70, headed west...