Sucking In Magic – By Carolyn Belcher
Flash Fiction / October 18, 2009

I walk down the empty street. The house is in darkness. The windows stare back at me as if to say, ‘Go now. Don’t be a ghost, haunting these rooms.’ I am an unloved, unlovely woman who… who… Gina wouldn’t have understood that her words were as good as a punch in the belly, a punch that doubled me over, and left me gasping for breath, for all she had done was suggest that I throw away the earring board, and sell my earrings at a car boot sale. My daughter enjoys having a good turn out; I do not. I’m a gatherer, a hoarder. I like my clutter, and the earrings on the earring board are a part of the bric-a-brac that I have gathered around me; a special part, for they have magic powers, and you can’t sell magic. A glint, a tug, and will I, won’t I, I’m pulled into one of their stories. There, there, silver imps, winking blinking. They know; they know, those personifications of the mischievous, Lincoln imp, petrified on his pillar. I catch the wink-blink and I’m hooked. Gavin, blonde, long haired Gavin materialises and I am as giddy as any sixteen year…

When the Phone Rings – By Sydney Rende
Micro Fiction / October 18, 2009

She knows it’s him when the phone rings. It’s the redundant, sing-song tone she’s been dreading since the last time he called. She doesn’t want to answer; but she knows if she doesn’t, it won’t stop. The painful tune will clog her ears and permeate the veins in her brain until finally, she gives in, because he never does. So she picks it up, but she doesn’t say hello. That, she leaves to him. “Mommy,” she hears him whisper. She sighs. She’s had this conversation three times tonight, already. “What, Charlie?” “Um, Mommy, are you comin’ home soon? Because Doggy’s scared and there’s something movin’ in the ‘frigerator.” His voice quivers, like the uneven tones of a harmonica. And she knows the tears that fog his eyes are even heavier than the last time. She wants her ex-husband to hear this, but she hasn’t heard from him since that day in the hospital, almost six years ago. “Charlie, I told you – I’ll get home when I get home. Now get in your bed with Doggy and I’ll see you in a little.” Charlie chokes out a coughing sob on the other end, and says, “Okay, Mommy.” She knows he’s…