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“The Weatherman” by John Tustin

I want to be a weatherman.
“Project Mallard” by Odette Lester Brady

“Hello, duck.” She’ll whisper. “I tried my best.” She’ll say.
“The Last Ones” by Robert L. Penick

They seemed easier to spot thirty years ago, or perhaps my eye was keener.
“Obligatory Symbiosis” by Soramimi Hanarejima

I read her journal whenever I can.
“Lunchtime” by Laura Taylor

Every day at lunchtime, a group of children cut across the green expanse of the school’s…
“The Hoard” by Beth Ford

Light meant illuminating the encroaching emptiness. And that she didn’t want to see.
“Lawn Chair on the Highway” by Andrew Gent

Lawn Chair on the Highway We are used to the disabledtruck, the inevitabledeer or squirrel carcassstill…
“Soul Blister” by K Anand Gall

Soul Blister Even though it has been swelling to a throbbing tightness, you decide not to…
“Water Works” by Dai Lin

Water works By 10 a.m., the African sun has baked me into the ground at 97…
“Hiking” by Peggy Hammond

Hiking the Appalachian Trail was embraced as therapy, antidote to tours in Iraq. Now was the…