by Parker King
Red Maple
Mattie placed her hand on the red maple’s sturdy trunk. The tree marked the far edge of her father’s cornfield, which swayed gently behind her. The sky was vast and warm and gray. The girl traced a winding split in the bark of the tree. A gentle breeze shook the leaves above.
Stillborn
“Do you know what it is like to be born dead?”
Trouble Over the High Seas
The tension broke away from the helm with a jolt. Mittens the Salty Dog, well accustomed to the consequences of lax reflexes in such a situation, released his grasp. He stamped to an upright position as he bellowed a hearty chuckle. No one heard his cutthroat croon over the blasts of cannons, blunderbusses, and the…
STORIES
Torn Away
Day 224, 0630: Waiting for people to finish singing “Happy Birthday” is the most awkward experience a human being can have.
Whiskey Gunboat Rebellion
I’d been on Rabbit Skull Island not two days after the Hurricane of ’53 when I met the rest of my life aboard The Rebellion. Ma’d sent me down from Bourbon with the season’s harvest and a tied-together raft of old logs, saying…
Flutter
Amethym swoops down from the clear sky. Bright green hills roll beneath her tiny body. They grow larger as she draws nearer to a pearl flower in a thick patch of bushes. A cluster of long, weathered buildings zips past her vision. The fat domestic birds waddle in the midst of the buildings, gargling in…
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