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Business Lunch

by | Sep 11, 2014 | J, Jane Newman, Short Story

His name is Grinner, but he never smiles. I don’t know what kind of a man he is, or if he has interests outside of his work. I respect him too much to ask. If he needed money, I would lend it to him. If he was in the hospital, I would visit and bring flowers. If...

Leaving no Tracks

by | Sep 9, 2014 | B, Bill Baber, Short Story

Riordan had always liked the heft of the Beretta. Liked how it fit in his hand, the feel and the weight of it. It was an older model, all steel. None of that polymer crap. To him, it was a real gun and it had always done what real guns were supposed to do. He saw it...

The Crazy Lady’s House

by | Sep 3, 2014 | R, Rob Horne, Short Story

The crazy lady’s house; that’s what they all used to call it. I can still hear the voices of the neighbourhood kids chanting outside, “Cray-zee lay-dee, cray-zee lay-dee, come outside and plaaaay.” +++++The house was old, built when the 19th century was about turning...