[by Terry Sanville]
Albert Perkins let out a low moan as he slowly climbed the steps. “Damn knees,” he muttered and slumped into the first seat in back of the nickel-plated pole. The doors hissed shut and the bus driver momentarily twisted around, grinning.
“And a good afternoon to you, Mr. P. How’re gigs?” The driver released the air brake and swung the big vehicle into traffic.
“You know damn well I haven’t had a gig in years. You be sure to let me know when Swing music comes back around.” Continue reading Road to Orion
[by Jenny Blackford and Talie Helene]
Everyone wants to hear that opera,
the one that risks the Aesir
thundering down the roof—
The Old Gods Cross-Dressing. Continue reading Too Many Hipsters
[by Holly Schofield]
Mya’s sleeve twitches, then twitches again, her coat of protection wanting her to reach out and grab a handful of macaroni from the casserole dish. She almost gives in, not trusting there’s enough food for all six of them. The Garment Guild foster mother, Alice, doesn’t notice Mya’s arm tremors. Continue reading Twisted Threads