The Old Bag by Linda Casper
The beaten-up, old leather bag of indeterminate colour looked the most interesting find so far. James brought it down from the attic and dumped it on the kitchen table for further investigation.
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The beaten-up, old leather bag of indeterminate colour looked the most interesting find so far. James brought it down from the attic and dumped it on the kitchen table for further investigation.
Continue readingThe latest item had come in while Ray was out of the office. West Coast – TB17. He looked at it and swore under his breath. He hadn’t signed on for this crap, at least it wasn’t what he thought he was signing on for
Continue readingThe door of the restaurant opened up and two men came in.
They sat down at the bar, and Bob, the owner, said, “What can I do for your?”
Continue readingI’m unzipping the small suitcase open when the phone rings.
‘Tonia, is that you?’ My mama’s fuzzy voice comes through the line in agonizing gasps.
Continue readingMy most enduring memory of Roma is of an occurrence on a cold November afternoon in the little green park which sits just above and overlooks the Coliseum. A lone woman
Continue readingA complex woman went out for a walk one fine summer day. Trouble found her whether she looked for it or not, which she admittedly, intentionally sought out at times. On this fine day
Continue readingFull of longing, he was waiting to see her. The mysterious admirer had written to him a very short note “Wait for me at the library entrance. Let’s meet in a few minutes.” His tired eyes were watching
Continue readingFlounder by Andrew M. Carless I threw my tackle box in the bed of my truck, chunks of rust bounced
Continue readingEach spring, the urge to plant something—a flower or vegetable or anything that would blossom and produce—pulled at her. It must have been a legacy from her grandmother who had, long ago, kept a garden of small and neat proportions.
Continue reading“We don’t want people like you!” The adoption agency slammed its doors. Margaret and Anne left, hugging tight. “We’d love
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