The Husband by Lettie Prell

–Good morning. What can I do for you? –Doctor, it’s my husband here. He’s not himself. –When did he die? … More

Honey and Apples by A. P. Howell

The knife scrapes the rim of the glass jar, coming away with a thin strand of gold. Like cheap jewelry … More

We went on several dates. We talked a lot, but I wasn’t sure. There was something different about him. We … More

The stars start to flicker and warp as our therapy pod approaches its destination. “It really helped the Rexroat-Ndirangu-Carrows,” I … More

The hoverboard vibrated beneath the soles of his feet as he zoomed fifty feet above ground, a red bandana covering … More

Are you oriented? Good. Go left–not that much–good, forward, grab the gun. Yes, it doesn’t quite look like one. Careful … More

It’s 1979 again when I find her. She’s on her bike, riding too fast down a steep hill. The wheels … More

“No two are the same,” said the girl, one of three children playing in the backyard as the first snowflakes … More

Assured of a flat, unobstructed landing surface, an alien species agreed to set their spacecraft down on the 50-yard line … More