Sadness, the Adulterer by Jonathan Cardew
At 7:00pm, on the dot, the adulterer closes the boutique, locking the heavy wooden door and turning to face the snow.
When the Sun is the Moon by Christopher DiCicco
When Tiffany Stills walks into a room, most of us pretend not to notice, but we do. She’s that pretty, and I’m kind of sick of pretending she’s not.
Golden Curls by Rhoda Greaves
I did a bad thing once. Not like they all thought though. Not bad like that.
Seven Starts to The Man Who Loved Trees by Frankie McMillan
Jazz Novitz is my name. I’m the hitch hiker who was kidnapped, forced to live in a tree. People remember my name, what with all the z’s.
For Lucy by Paula Friedman
Well yeah, it’s not what you usually find between the snap peas and the new organic bean sprouts. I wasn’t buying veggies by intent, besides;