Fiction
Cicada Summer by Elizabeth Brown
John was pleased that the woman sat next to him on the commuter train, even though it was the only open seat. She could have stood in the vestibule, he…
The Small HoursSong of Salvation by Angela J. Latham
Can you see it there, along the bottom of the photograph? The black writing against the man-in-black clothing makes it difficult, but once you spot it, it’s pretty clear. I…