Fiction • Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Fiction
November 25, 2021
Ian Reid PROMISES He was no longer sure of his whereabouts. He felt not only out of place, but also dislodged from the...
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by Vashti Farrer They had swept Mother under their sideboard minds. Like dust. ‘She seemed quite happy when we left her and the...
by Jack Hutchinson From time to time I miss my old man. But missing is just memory and memories are a funny thing. I mean, they’re...
by Shannon Blake It was too late to stow the typewriter and the photographs away. I could hear Keith stomping on the veranda,...
by Malina Douglas Cara felt tense. She had never done this, yet a need she could not completely explain had driven her to it. The...
by Daniela Abriola Betty Mullan—Monday, June 28th 2021 I hadn’t known my Great Uncle Douglas, but apparently, he thought I was...
by Radhiya Fanham ‘Do not mention it, my dear Eliza. it would give me immense satisfaction if I could make myself of use to...
Jahin Tanvir Absence Sergei sat upon the cool patch of grass, his torn trousers up the damp morning dew as he overlooked the sunset. The...
