The Boy Ran in the Street by Ann Bogle
The boy ran in the street. The boy ran faster than the breed dog. The boy knew a few dogs. The boy had no feeling against dogs.
First Time by Grant Faulkner
Gerard sat next to the old woman at the hotel bar, staring at the soft creases around her eyes as if they were exotic etchings.
Compassion by Peter Cherches
A man who looked like my mother with a mustache told me I must be on the wrong line. Isn’t this the line for compassion?
Waxing or Waning by Sarah Freligh
You are driving on the lake road toward Canada when an orange moon presents itself to you, plump and juicy as ripe fruit.
Brighten by Christopher Locke
It’s nearly morning. The sun climbs its invisible chord and slats the walls between the blinds.