Lie-In

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By Freya Pickard

The warrior-princess bent down, kissing him on the lips. The spell unraveled and the prince awoke in bewilderment. The tattered curtains and mouldering sheets stank. The first thing she made him do was bathe, shave and cut his hair. Oversleeping for one hundred years was no excuse for shabby appearances.

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An Impossible Certainty

bench-people-smartphone-sun—Wait. Where are you going?

“Somewhere — anywhere — else. I hate this place.”

—Seems like an okay place to me. Think you gave it a fair shot?

     “Dunno.”

Wherever it is you’re going … How will you know when you’re there?

     “I’ll know it when I feel it.”

—How it will feel?

     “Like fate.”

Fate?

    “Yeah, like knowing I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

—You think too much.

     “Probably.”

—Well, I’m going to miss you.

     “Wait. You’re not coming?”

—Nah. I’m staying right here to enjoy the view.

A Lotta Guts

hand-792923_1280By Leigh Ward-Smith

None of us could stop Grandpa as he sprinted into the river.

How he saw that kid silently slipping beneath, I don’t know. I also wasn’t sure whether to believe his ranting about tentacles when he first hefted the child onto the riprap.

Still, Grandpa insisted on continuing the reunion picnic after the ambulance left.

But my curiosity wouldn’t let go. Later I raided his medicine cabinet and found the bottle labeled Fame Labs. In boldface, it read: Caution: active gut microbiota. Bacteroides fragilis, subspecies Ernesti Borgniniana.

For awhile after Grandpa’s new-found bravery, I pretended I’d never seen the pills.

A Revealing Display

girl-724444_1280By Joy Pixley

Lady Oraellenna entered flamboyantly, flaunting her new designer’s creations.  Aster, her previous designer, assessed.  Sparkling birds carried elaborate hair twists. Vines curled up her arms into a leafy tiara.  Iridescent petals formed the gown, dancing in mesmerizing patterns, flashing enough skin to prompt whispers.  Was she or wasn’t she?

Tacky, Aster thought.  But, as Oraellenna said, he was old.  Traditional.  Boring.

Old for wizards also means experienced.  Powerful.

Foolhardy woman, prioritizing style over security when commissioning floating clothes.

Aster examined the spells, found his moment.  Everything fell at once.

She was.

Now that was worth the bribe to get in.

In the Beginning

egg-721315_1280By Goathead Buckley

She split down at the bottom of her flesh.

Strings of ichor hung for a moment in the air before snapping. An egg the size of a bowling ball shuttered beneath, steaming in the grass in which it lay. I had thrown my pack down and run to the creek for water. Lit a fire to boil it, but too late. She died as I knew she would.

The question:  To let the abomination break free on its own or to forgive it its first moment of weakness?

Or to bring down the boot before things got out of hand?

Ice Cream

ice-cream coneBy Candy Ray

I am Vanilla. Janetta made me. She is whimsical, so she based me on ice cream. She took me from my source in dust and fluff that gathers under chair legs and fed me through a storm of ice cream symbolism, cones and wafers.

“I dropped YOUR ice-cream,” Janetta joked. “Not your brain. And I bind you to this whirling candy-floss machine.”

I am looking forward to growing up, for I must evolve, as the cornet diminishes through being licked and is reborn as something new. Raspberry ripples go through me and through Janetta, for we are united.

Misty

Heather can barely see her hand in front of her face as she crashes through the foggy woods behind her house and heads for the open field.

No longer able to breathe freely, she stops and hides behind a tree and listens. She wills her breathing to slow down. She hears nothing. Maybe he has quit chasing her.

The tug on her ponytail pulls her head back, startling her, exposing her throat. She looks into his face and has only a moment to realize that it is over. The knife pierces her throat and darkness descends.