Sorting the photo collection had halted again. Now we were sitting in silence, lost in memories of the child who never grew up.

Mark Farley (@mumbletoes) blogs about writing.

The pathologist found nothing of note and they reburied her quietly. In time, the primroses grew back but they were never quite the same.

CB McCall is an obvious pseudonym

She decides to put the tooth under her pillow before she leaves. Even with one less kid around, her mom will need the money.

R. Gatwood is concise.

Coming back from dad’s funeral, we fought over the urn and his ashes fell on the seat. He stayed there, watching, judging, just like always.

Andrew Bertaina lives and works in Washington, DC.

Dear Mythmakers of Yonder: We are pleased to inform you that we have chosen your fiction as our history. Sincerely, Nationalist Apologists.

Lately published in 200 CCs, Flapperhouse, Pidgeonholes, theEEEL & Strange Horizons, @ahimaaz has writing upcoming in Milkfist and 7×20.

She looked to the future, mom lived in the past. Beloved dad and husband saw or remembered neither, but in the present all three reconciled.

Guy Stewart writes more than he reads these days.

Here I am striving to be happy when happy just toddled by, pancake in hand and smeared the pug in syrup.

Kristina Peterson is a high school English teacher and mother to a crazy toddler named Henry. They live in Brentwood, NH.

Dog, alone of the animals, followed Adam out of the Garden. Don’t be angry when he digs up your garden—he only searches for your lost rib.

Gordon Brown is an ex-pat recently moved to the US from Syria. He spends his free time taking care of his pets, of which he has none.

I told you I didn’t need a ride home. It’s dark and cold, and the bus is late, but I haven’t felt this safe in months.

Jennifer Kalison (@RagingFluffy) performs, writes, wonders, and ponders.

The boy blinks up at the man, cheek stinging. He turns away from the rattling dice, already inventing excuses his mother will not believe.

Chris Cole lives in Canberra. Loves include short form literature, xc skiing, crepes cooked JUST right, & staring at the night sky.