Image credit: Thomas Gillaspy * Addie Ames picked up the blanket that had fallen around the feet of the old woman and refolded it, and draped it over her lap. “Mother Pearl,” she said, resting a hand on her shoulder, “you’re not helping things.” “It’s the chickens,” the old woman insisted. “Always in a racket. […]Read more "Between the Potatoes and the Flour by Warren Read (Issue #1)"
by Michael Chin Photo credit: Lewis Dakin Do you remember the smell of burnt bacon? You used to say the smoke stung your eyes, so you stayed as far from the kitchen as you could in the morning. You said you couldn’t see right for hours once it had sunk into your corneas. Do […]Read more "The Man On The Stairs"
by Shawn Cowling Kaia had spent her whole life under a thatched roof in a town barely worthy of being called a town. Where most towns had electricity and a few motor carriages darting about the streets, her community was a collection of homes surrounded by endless fields of corn and barley. Her place of birth was […]Read more "The Merchant’s Wares"