“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.
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.
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.”
“The suburban kids are the worst.” Joe Bird stands with his hands on his hips, disconcertingly unperturbed by the repeated crashing behind him. “Kids” aged roughly 12 to 18 years, of both sexes, throw themselves violently into a chain link fence.
Fiction: Exact Fare Please (The Hours)
When bells ring out the time, the time passes strangely. The space between tolls seems impossible, like it’s hanging, waiting for something. For me.
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.