by Gill McKinlay
“Your mum has bought a knitting machine, Karen,” Florrie said. She’s Mum’s next-door neighbour and keeps an eye on her for me.
“It’s hardly a crime,” I replied.
by Alyson Faye
A shorter version of this story appeared in Alyson’s flash fiction collection, ‘Badlands’, Chapeltown Books, Jan 2018.
The tube doors smacked shut behind the slim brunette in the chartreuse green coat, trapping…
by Clay Coppedge
We were cruising home on the interstate when we stopped at a Stuckey’s convenience store and saw Adolph Hitler browsing the candy aisles. “Hey, look,” I said to Sally. “Even Hitler shops here.”
