“The Sparrow” by Kristen Petry
The sparrow literally dropped through the flue into Helen’s cold fire place at just barely daylight. At first, she thought she imagined it.
Tag: Mondays Are Murder
“Cutting Corners” by Dick Carmel
Blades reached her just as the light at State and Washington turned green . . .
“Keep Portland Weird” by Tom Larsen
“Keep Portland Weird.” I see it on signs all over town, but what does it even mean?
“A Body Appears” by Douglas Cole
Ah, those eyes. You look into them, and you still see the fire, at least for a little while . . .
“Flood Street Fire” by Oscar Holiday
Flood Street. I wound up there after a long period of debauchery, or so I’m told . . .
“Desperado” by Michael Loniewski
Bashir had witnessed his share of riddled bodies since the Americans had invaded, but this was the first from his own hand . . .
“The First Blow” by Tom Andes
I pass Elaine the banana bread. Oh, I’m sure she’s had a trying week, I tell her, clucking in sympathy, listening like the good friend I am . . .
“White Cats” by Fortunato Salazar
Had I actually just dropped Leland? The red-winged blackbirds seemed to think so. . .