Sept./Dec. 2003 Short Stories

Objects in the Mirror

... Lorraine pointed at the billboard with the large red letters that spelled out the words, VISIT AMERICA’S ANTIQUE CITY.   “That’s what they call Ponchatoula, you know.  America’s Antique City,” she said....

by Elizabeth Tarver

Calling Mary

... When the wind was right you could hear him singing.  His voice was deep and sad and the air would somehow carry it so you could hear it clearly, and then it would fade and you couldn't hear it at all.  It was a mournful, scary sound that would come and go on the wind....

by L.D. Sledge

Moonshine, Triple Twisted

... Despite his greater weight and years, the captain simply outran me, his shoulders thrown back to balance the paunch of his midriff, his legs churning, creating the incredible illusion that he  stood still, marking time, while I caught up....

by John Reed Tarver

The Christian

"When Craig Vitutti was on dispatching duty everybody stayed clear of the
desk."

        by John Biggs