by Sean Johnston (Sachse, TX)
Cindy had agreed to the electric fence, the deadbolts, the new alarm system—true—but she had assumed his intentions were to keep people out.
Although I was sad to see none of my readers' wonderful entries made it (unless...Sean of Sachse..are you out there?), I must say I very much enjoyed the winning entries. Particularly the swimming one, but then I do have a soft spot for fatalism in short fiction.
by Tami Absi (Dayton, OH)
To fish his apartment key from his pocket, Gunther placed his pink slip, the Detroit Daily’s obituary section, and the flowers on the floor.
by Matt Mintz (Fontana, CA)
The pastor's daughter made me meet her in the church basement. There was no light but she told me where to duck.
by Vicki Wilson (Clinton, NY)
Her husband told the coroner she'd only signed up for the damned class because some crazy fortuneteller told her she'd die from drowning.
by Colleen Leeman (Brooklyn, NY)
She held the old, straggly feather boa up against her business suit. She apologized to the picture of her with pigtails on the dusty table.
How Does Your Garden Grow
by Katheryn Yu (Dripping Springs, TX)
One morning Annie found a hand under a the rosebush where she had never left one before.