Sunday, January 15, 2006

Spring Issue: All 18 Titles, Authors and Opening Lines

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Agony in the Lab (596 words) by Stephen Thompson (PA)
“How big a capacitor do we need?”
“That’s a good question Henry,” Amanda flips through the manual and re-reads the schematic. “One micro-Farad.” Getting very close she asks, “Want me to get one?”

Ain't It the Truth (453 words) by Patricia Harrington (WA)
Mama used to say, "A penny saved, is worth every cent." Must have been true, cuz when Mama passed two years ago this spring, she had enough to bury her decent-like.

Church of the Holy Triad (495 words) by Pam Skochinski (CA)
Jessica had the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess, attributes that had quickly attracted both the attention and affection of my husband, The Reverend Marcus Banks.

Flat-Liner (291 words) by Suzanne Karg (PA)
He quickly checked her pulse and peered into her face. Nothing. Discoloration around her eyes spoke of a recent painful encounter. Another flat-liner, so typical of this time of year.

Gone Wrong (105 words) by Sandra Seamans (PA)
“What could go wrong, Buck?”

Hegfoot Knows Best (99 words) by KR Mullin (NJ)
Don’t miss the re-run of this episode from 1955 in which Betty (Elinor Donahue) joins the after-school knitting club, and Bud (Billy Gray) decides to raise sheep in the back yard to make money for a jalopy.

I’ll Take Care of It (397 words) by Bruce Niedt (NJ)
All the evidence against Bobby had been circumstantial – his circular saw, his wife’s headless torso in the lake, the traces of blood and hair on his carpet. But that day on the stand, his former lover put him away.

Last Chance for Romance (495 words) by Diana Woods (CA)
It's so easy, Frieda thought as she clicked herself into cyberspace. Within minutes her photo would post on the Last Chance website. She'd picked an image from ten years ago when she still had color in her hair. Cheating, some might say. But her heart still throbbed with the passion of a younger woman.

Lunch with Flora (523 words) by Sharon Poppen (AZ)
"Here she comes, Herb. I’m taking my break." Jerry laid his apron next to the cash register, ran his fingers through his hair and walked to the door.

The Night of Three Shadows (630 words) by Darryl Brooks (GA)
Gjinn was going to the beheading block at the rising of the third moon -- no appeal, no reprieve, and no stay of execution. The crime they convicted him of was simple – disrespect. He had failed to keep his head bowed as a Leonar oppressor had passed on the street.

Principles for Hire (598 words) by Ann Vitale (PA)
I’d been waiting twenty minutes when the three of them lock-stepped into the bar, so close they could have been fused. When I’d called Tri-Simian to hire a private investigator, they said they worked best together, so I got the trio, at no little expense.

Rough Beginnings (995 words) by Jackie Vick (CA)
Julie Weber absentmindedly scratched her cheek, leaving behind a trail of flour. She popped a pan of cherry turnovers into the oven and reached for her list. 7. Never cook cherries. She crossed the item off with a triumphant flourish.

Salat Days (940 words) by Michael R. Burch (TN)
As a young boy growing up on the outskirts of Nashville, I was baffled by the not-so-obvious attractions of "poke salat," a turnipy green my Grandpa Burch pursued "like a blue tic tailin' a coon."

A Third of Nothing (275 words) by Margaret B. Davidson (NY)
Given the character of his relatives, the best Bertram could hope for was that he'd be left to die alone. Such fortune was to elude him.

Three in the Road (181 words) by Aaron Sinkovich (PA)
About the time Samantha was to be weaned from her bedtime pacifier—better known as the "bink"—the family had a run of bad luck. Their beloved cat Barney was killed on a nearby road. The next week their second cat Blacky suffered the same fate. The

Toothbrush Symphony (601 words) by Bob Brill (MI)
As I sat in the concert hall listening to the music, I noticed that the conductor was directing the orchestra with a toothbrush.

A Victim of the Crash (460 words) by E. N. Taylor (Australia)
So the plan is you drop in front of a car, just as it's leaving the intersection. It don't have much chance to build up speed, so it don't knock you around too bad.

We're Going to Disneyland! (550 words) by Wayne Scheer (GA)
YOUR SERVICES ARE NO LONGER REQUIRED. The six words were all in caps and bold print, as if to taunt him.