Fiction Friday: Strangers

Strangers Rory Say “Once I saw her out by Swan Lake,” said Peter Jenkins one hot June afternoon they’d spent prowling the neighborhood. “Saw her bend down and pick up a bunch of worms out of the mud. And guess what?” “What?” “She put ’em up to her mouth and slurped those fuckers up like spaghetti.” “Bullshit.” “I’m serious.” “I heard she sleeps in the old Henderson cemetery,” said Max Flynn. “I heard she doesn’t sleep at all.” Clive Gunderson had never seen the woman do anything terrible, and he…

Fiction Friday: Lavatory

Lavatory Ashleigh Hatter Jangling the handle again, he gently knocked his head against the heavy door, then returned to sitting on the toilet. The remaining light still worked, so there was that. He looked back at the mirror he’d shattered earlier on. How much earlier? Sucking his teeth, he hated that he didn’t know. No one wore watches, and his phone was on the other side of the door. He’d always left his cell out of the bathroom when he went in. As she liked to say, he was a…

Fiction Friday: Nail on the Head

Nail on the Head CLAY MCLEOD CHAPMAN Where did the hammer come from? Good question. It was in my house. Therefore it was my hammer, I guess. Mine now, at least. I must’ve gotten it from somewhere. The hardware store, sure, even though I have zero recollection of ever buying it. It wasn’t my wife’s. People simply pick up tools over time, you know? A hammer here, a screwdriver there… After a few years, somewhere in your twenties, your thirties, you suddenly discover you have amassed yourself a complete toolset…

Fiction Friday: Three Views of a Dentist

Three Views of a Dentist DJ MOORE “It’s ten minutes past. I guess we might as well get started,” Alice said, putting her phone back on the table. “But there’s only three of us,” Jerry complained. “Shouldn’t we just cancel?” Attendance for our writing group wasn’t so great, especially when it snowed, but this was the first time only three of us had come. All the writing groups I’d joined seemed to follow the same trajectory: lots of members at first, but after a while less and less people came…