Still Waters by Jasmine Arch

Still Waters Jasmine Arch I held my breath and drew back my arm, a wooden fishing spear balanced in the palm of my hand. Next to me, Toura’s whispers faded as the mudhopper swam closer. “Wait for it.” She raised her arm. “Don’t look…

Bath Salts and Bedlam by Lyn McConchie

Bath Salts and Bedlam Lyn McConchie Our local senior constable was here again today asking if I’d seen some missing bloke. I could have sworn he said was named Bob Jonquil. I didn’t take it the wrong way, I’d seen Joe coming from my…

Waterworld by John C. Mannone

Waterworld John C. Mannone      We shall not cease from exploration      And the end of all our exploring      Will be to arrive where we started      And know the place for the first time.                    —T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets   Twilight air, thin.      Sun, setting…