I wanted a come-to-Jesus-go-to-hell storm of biblical proportions to befall this God-soaked land. She didn’t want pennies from heaven. I wanted a cold, hard million-dollar blast to wipe out this so-called event.
Bootheel Blues
Fiction: East of Kiowa
“That was Messing’s Horse at the water trough. Elijah recognized the blue pack roll on the back like the agent had described. Finally, he thought. The man moves fast for someone with nowhere to go.”
Flash Fiction: June ’72
“I’m gonna kill you sons of a bitch,” he said, when he saw the torn sheet.
Flash Fiction: You Can’t Tell
“I found him on a cold day in a slow spring.” New flash fiction from Dez Walker
November Issue, 2022
A collection of all the articles we published last month for those who like their magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Ghost Story
And then I knew, after sign upon sign upon sign, I knew as surely as I knew my own self, that I had a ghost living with me.
Fiction: Every Valley Wide
Some things, when you didn’t understand them, you didn’t try to figure them out. Sometimes you just didn’t want to know.
Tom Titanic, A Cautionary Tale
Both living on their nerves, growing thinner as Tom grew fatter, they refused follow-up visits from the authorities. She missed her post-natal check-up, and they did not attend the vaccination clinic. The authorities became concerned.
Fiction: The Fallen Fighter
All night long they clung to each other, bobbing on a sea of whisky and memories and dreams, lashed to a floating spar that sank and rose and sank and rose again.
Flash Fiction: How skinny the leash, how thin the arms that hold me.
“Maybe this meant something, maybe it didn’t.”
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