Fiction
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A Hatter’s Lament
Issue 11 Fiction Editor’s Prize August 18th A regular came in today, March. He asked for a hat that compliments the time for tea. He always raved to me: “Come now, brother, your downs have murdered the time.” I couldn’t care less about his nonsensical rambling, but Alice loves—loved. She loved. August 19th How cruel …
Sips Of Air
7 hours, 59 minutes, 35 seconds to deadline. 34 seconds. 33 seconds … 2 hours, 1 minute, and 32 seconds after the statement, “Let’s keep going ‘til sunrise, yeah?” Now, Amy lay mouth agape, neck bent back upon the beanbag chair, face glazed by a single tear of drool nearing the edge of her cheek, …
Stained Lichen
The sky is painted with pink strokes of bliss. So why do I look down? The disarray of rocks jabbing into the soles of my shoes is what draws my attention. I haven’t seen stones this large in decades, but now they’re cracked, broken. Around them, withered flowers lay without petals. Skeletons. I wonder why …