Their uneven line inches forward, seventeen concerned volunteers trespassing lawfully in dew-stained sneakers. The morning is bright, unseasonably warm, but she can still see her breath. Maggie walks …
TODAY I DROPPED A PUNNET OF BLUEBERRIES • by Elaine Mead
It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out job. I only needed some fruit. Nothing fancy. Some bananas, some apples. Maybe grapes if they were on offer. A simple trip. Until I saw the blueberries. The ri…
A LETTER OF RECOMMENDATION FOR THE NEXT SOVEREIGN OF ALL SHADE, PRODIGAL FONT OF NIGHTMARES, AND PRIME SCEPTER OF THE STYGIAN ABYSS • by Gordon Shoemaker – Every Day Fiction