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July, 2015

The Angel's Song
Michael Kellichner
Even halfway across the city, he could feel the music. Subtle vibrations carried on the air over the market, over the homes and the crowds. Siyamak had been moving along with the wives and house servants out to gather the morning’s provisions when the music settled on his skin, in the same way damp air prophesying rain suddenly seeped into hair and cloth. He stopped, and a squat, middle-aged woman in a stained dress ran into him hard enough to almost send him sprawling. He picked up his wide-brimmed hat from the ground, apologized to the woman, and adjusted his course out of the crowd’s currents and into an alleyway. He dusted off his hat and closed his eyes. The music caressed his stubble, danced about the stray strands worked free from the braid along his neck with all the potency of electricity building up in a storm, all the power of a tremble before an earthquake. Read More...

Planet 50
Lisa Shapter
“You’re running from something really bad, aren’t you?” She said walking me to the kitchen and putting a cup of coffee in front of me. “No one who likes women stays away from them for twenty years if they aren’t running.” She looked at me. “It’s OK if you like him, I don’t need a neat category I just need to know if I can depend on both of you. If you and Nebraska come to my world, you’ll have to stay until eight-celled Miss Woodworth is a grown woman. Do you think you’re up to that? Do you think what you have together will let you do that or will you miss women too much?” Read More...

Inheritance
Michael Haynes
The sun shone brightly the day Mira buried her father but it was a cold sun and the exertion barely raised sweat on her skin. She crouched by the disturbed earth. Two mounds of bare dirt, one under which her father now laid and one under which Mira had found not a trace of bones or clothing. Behind that second mound stood the rough marker bearing her mother’s name. At least, the name Mira’s father had said belonged to her mother.She pulled a handkerchief loose from her pocket and retrieved her father’s tattoo-bond finger from the ground where she had set it. Mira enshrouded the finger in the handkerchief and tucked it away. Read More...
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