By Martha Patterson The wind whipped her bonnet strings as Anne walked along the pebbled beach. She’d walked two miles, as was her habit every day, but the weather threatened…

by Martin Lochman You see the thermonuclear bomb ten seconds before it goes off. You are on a morning train to the airport, looking out the window at the city…

by Joachim Heijndermans Nearly half an hour had passed, and Mike still hadn’t done anything worth a damn on the spreadsheet that sat there opened up on his screen, the…