“Mincemeat” by Nidhi Singh
Yeah, mincemeat, and he had about ten kilograms of it. He couldn’t very well eat it all and he didn’t know what to do with it. And he didn’t know how he came by it either.
Month: November 2017
“An Opening as Wind Relents” by Keith Moul
At times she puts away her age
as if vengeful for time’s waning
“The Hangings” by James Hanna
She recovers the stitch and keeps knitting. Despite her comment, she sings two bars from the Happy Days theme. “Sunday, Monday, Happy Days. Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.” She puts down her knitting, “It’s Wednesday,” she remembers. “We have to attend the hangings.”
“Monsters All” by Richard Zwicker
For months I led Victor Frankenstein on a mad chase, from Switzerland to Italy to Russia to the Arctic Ocean. Then a storm separated us and, in the distance, I watched a passing ship rescue my creator and leave me for dead.
Keep an Eye Out
Look out, November! We’re coming for you.