The Corridors of Longing by Gary Fincke
1. At twilight, driving Route 8, my father refused the headlights, saving, he said, the bulbs. Three lanes, that road, passing a dare.
Stain by Patricia Q. Bidar
Tom’s Firebird pulls into Alice’s street of windows lidded with wooden and peeked-through blinds. In the kitchen, Alice’s mother stops her dishwashing motions, then resumes.
What Would Marlene Do? by Laton Carter
It was raining, so everything was perfect. I am Marlene Dietrich said the man. He was standing next to the window, and the rain, as rain is supposed to do, slid down the pane like tears in a movie.
Midnight Spoon by Kathryn Kulpa
Midnight, and Frank is burying spoons again. He doesn’t know I dig them up, hours later, after I’ve put him in bed with his pills and sippy cup, after I’ve checked under the bed for CIA agents, opened the closet door to show him no Russians are hiding there.
Ward Rounds by Alexis Wolfe
I overhear one nurse telling another: she’s a strange old bird. They’ve no idea I used to be a real siren.