John M. Floyd “Something’s going to happen,” Mary said, as she clipped on an earring. “Something big. I can feel it.” Her husband glanced at her from the mirror he…

Mydhili R. Varma For a police sketch artist night jitters is an occupational hazard. Nobody knows the topography of the suspect’s face like I do as I sketch and rub…

Ogu Chukwuebuka Kizito Staring at the walls of this prison, looking at the bars that have held me hostage for a long time. I watched seconds turn to minutes, minutes…

Romano Rimbaldo  It  arrived… that fatal day, she stops being her! What will she turn into? What kind of thing, when the stage of life collapses, when all the lights go out?…

Lynn White Play Me A Tune  Sit quietly nowyou can play laterand don’t be sad,it’s a bit of a muddlebut, believe me,you are made of musicfull of itand soonall the…

Sezin Koehler —You need to come home, babe. It’s starting.—Give me a couple, I mean, how do you know? There are no symptoms, so–—No, I can feel it. It’s started.…

Mydhili R. Varma This isn’t my territory. Not my regular hunting grounds. Deep in the southern part of India lies the remains of a kingdom of jungles and thick groves…

Sezin Koehler Shehani tilts her left forearm over the bowl. The incision leaks like a fat red worm emerging from her skin. The sting of the cut abates and the…