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Confidential Report on the Disturbance at Big Echo-Fiction by William Squirrell
Dwight-Fiction by Anthony Lukas
Snake Heaven-Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
Of the Blood-Fiction by Lela Marie De La Garza
The Liars of the Laughing City-Fiction by Richard Godwin
The Bull-Fiction by Oliver Lodge
Scratch Off-Fiction by Colt Leasure
...til I Wake Up-Fiction by Denis Bushlatov
Therapist-Fiction by Robert Petyo
Visitors-Fiction by Roy Dorman
Three Shots for a Dollar-Flash Fiction by Matthew J. Hockey
A Nun's Smile-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
911-Flash Fiction by Karen Heslop
The Faint of Heart Work for a Living-Flash Fiction by Lester L. Weil
Another Day, Another Death-Flash Fiction by Sandor Kovacs
Jim Dandy-Poem by g emil reutter
Blind Man's Bluff-Poem by Marc Carver
Closed-Poem by David Mac
The Voice Within-Poem by Michael Keshigian
green shoots-Poem by Meg Baird
jack and jill-Poem by Meg Baird
An Outlaw in the Making-Poem by John D. Robinson
Often She Says-Poem by John D. Robinson
rogue dragonflies-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
rogue drones-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
wind through the evergreens-Poem by ayaz daryl nielsen
My Phantoms Hang Neatly-Poem by A. J. Huffman
The Hour of the Cat-Poem by A. J. Huffman
Owlish Eyes in the Dark-Poem by A. J. Huffman
Hail, Tiger!
Angel of Manslaughter
The Gazing Ball
Strange Gardens
Gutter Balls
Calpurnia's Window
No Place Like Home
Dark Tales from Gent's Pens


by Karen Heslop 


Stefanie gripped the phone in terror, as her eyes darted around the dark street.

“911. What’s your emergency?”

“I think I’m being followed.”

“Where are you, Miss?”

“I don’t know. I . . . the bus broke down, and I decided to walk.”

“Okay. Do you see any landmarks? Signs?”

“No . . . wait.” She quickened her pace, and strained to see the building a few meters away.

“Oh! It’s a restaurant! It’s Phil's. Thank God! I can wait for my friend there. Hello?”

Stefanie looked at her screen. The timer inched forward but the line had gone quiet.

"Must be a bad connection," she muttered before shrugging and ending the call.

The dispatcher listened to the buzz of the dial tone, afraid to move and disconnect the call on her end. Her coworker held the gun he had used on the other dispatchers before her face. The acrid smell of gunpowder burnt her nostrils as he moved closer. She had heard rumors that he was unstable.

"Ironic, isn't it?" he remarked, "I wonder who dispatchers are supposed to call?"

Glenda closed her eyes. He pressed the small pistol to her forehead. The gun's muzzle was still warm.



Karen Heslop writes from Kingston, Jamaica. Her stories have been published or are upcoming in a Devolution Z anthology, 101 Words Magazine, Untied Shoelaces of the Mind, The Flash Fiction Press, The Nine Tales Series, Speculative 66, Cemetery Moon, Phantaxis Magazine, Bloodbond Magazine, The Blotter Mag, Black Girl Lit Mag, and Bards and Sages Quarterly.

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