The reset was scheduled at eleven that morning. Aletta couldn’t make it for one last brunch. Maybe in the next iteration, thought Steve.
Miguel Paolo Reyes is a researcher from the Philippines.
I’m not prepared for this electric heartbreak. I never should’ve let you leave my insides, the whole world a coffin you fit perfectly.
Kate LaDew resides in Graham, NC with her cats, Charlie Chaplin and Janis Joplin.
“I’ve made tea for her,” she says. “She’s such a good girl, never late.”
“I’m here Mum,” I want to say. Instead I say, “I’ll wait with you.”
Liz Cable (@lizcable) likes padlocks probably a bit too much.
“We’d be just two sad, old drunks if we didn’t have each other,” he says.
We clink glasses. The mirror cracks.
Petar Petrov (@ppetrov90) likes short stories that linger long.
She left home, leaving only objects which belonged to a child with pigtails–an empty dollhouse, a teddy bear loved to shapelessness.
Sean Mulroy lives in Newcastle, Australia. His fiction has previously appeared in Every Day Fiction among other venues.
The kiss had to wait—his batteries died. She ran out to buy new ones; every passing second, the illusion she had built crumbled a bit more.
Miguel Paolo Reyes is a researcher from the Philippines.
Saying goodnight to my daughter: I recline her seat and read by dome light. When it’s cold I start the engine and let it idle her to sleep.
Adam Henze (@henzbo) is a poet, educator, and researcher at Indiana University. He studies critical literacy and likes to play video games.
I told him to stop crying after our house flooded. It was only going to make the situation worse.
James Machell (@JamesRJMachell) is an SF/F writer in South Korea with an MSc in Creative Writing from the University of Edinburgh.
We talk about a lot down here, but one key point remains unspoken. When the water finally closes over him, it will only be up to my chin.
Phil Dyer is finding the time in Liverpool.
Saw my father today. Sat opposite him on the Tube. His hair had more flecks of grey in it and I think he’s lost weight. We didn’t speak.
Mike Jackson lives in the UK and enjoys writing short tales in his retirement.