Weeping Iniga
By S. Evans
"When the early spring sky lightened and began raining cherry
blossoms, the village knew that she was coming. White flowers drifted
down past still bare branches, landing in the muddy streets. Those
who could found excuses to linger near the widest of the throughfares,
mobbing the butcher's shop and the blacksmith's yard without business
to complete, crowding the porch of the town's only inn. Doors were
set ajar and windows prised open by the less fortunate, curious
faces only inches from the rapidly-warming drafts of air. "
Watching
By Paul Melniczek
Pat shuffles through the musty living room in her stone house, the
rheumy eyes unfocused, sterile pinpricks smudged by charcoal crow's
feet. Like a shiftless canine she wanders around the cramped, aged
structure, muttering to herself as if in conversation with a silent
companion.
Removed by Author Request
In the Conservatory
By A. L. Sirois
The big puddle looked normal. John Ostrowski drove his car into
it without a thought. Bang! The right front wheel dropped into a
hidden pothole, splashing brown water up into the engine compartment.
The car spluttered and died, leaving Ostrowski astonished and struggling
with the sudden lack of power steering. He maneuvered to a stop
on the shoulder.
