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  • Waters Are Rising – Anita Goveas

    First is the beluga whale, a visitor from Greenland. It splashes in the Thames estuary, feeds on bream and gudgeon and scraps thrown from barges. People read about it on websites, flood…
  • The Fisherman’s Wife – Eva M. Schlesinger

    The fisherman and his wife lived in one of the many mustard yellow cottages dotting the fishing village. He chose their home’s location, a cul-de-sac by the boats that lined the harbor.…
  • Telling The Bees – Anita Goveas

    Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the brightness of a September noon. Crows squawked out confusion in half-shorn beech trees, their black mourning coats speckled with glistening drops like diamonds. Gulika dabbed…
  • Holding On – Eva M. Schlesinger

    Quinn shouldn’t have stood on her tippy toes. Her shoulders tensed, zooming to her ears. Her new V-neck tee sporting the colorfully frosted cakes crumpled. She shouldn’t have stared at Margo in…
  • Daisies Like Galaxies – Cathy Ulrich

    When the astronaut comes home from space, she falls down in the front yard after the lab tech drops her off. Her wife is trimming daisies, plucks the face from one, places…
  • Death Is Colder Than Space – Cathy Ulrich

    While the astronaut’s wife watches the takeoff, her phone vibrates on the end table beside her. The astronaut’s wife is afraid to look away from the television while the rocket is taking…
  • The Purple Bowl – Alice K. Boatwright

    The country was at war again. Or should she say still? Andrea listened to the soft drone of the news announcer describing grim events in another far-off misunderstood country, while she washed…
  • Summer Break – Rakhee Pant

    Summer is not a pleasant season. Not in Bombay, not for the majority of its inhabitants. Smiles wane, faces lengthen and shoulders droop at the thought of having to step out into…
  • Apocalypse – Toti O’Brien

    The night when the world ended I thought I was sleepless. The day had been especially torrid and darkness, alas, didn’t bring relief. Truly, I must have dozed off intermittently, as the…
  • Animus – Terry Sanville

    Leo found her on State Street, sitting on a bench partially shaded by California sycamores. Her hair burned golden in the dappled sunlight. His mind became a tornado of emotion, with love,…