Even when the sun's light finally caught the glass, the expected glow was pale and muted. A natural thing, not striking like crystal. Flawed. A thing of character.

The Water Glass,
Shane Preston

Little glasses of water
in dark corners. Forgotten
oatmeal burned on the stove of the bedroom, but
the skylight was bright at the top of the stair.

Dream Poem,
Lynn Kay

The man squinted and directed his gaze toward Luke as he was passing the duplex and made a gesture of welcome. Luke had been living here for almost a year, and almost a year he had witnessed the passing of this old man.

Apron Strings,
Felicia Tapia

"This is my beautiful, intelligent, and always caring Darla." The line would go through his mind at least once a day, he knew his mother would adore her the way he did.

The Gift,
James Bright

He didn't want it to end. He wanted the love to keep going on. I wish I knew which sword he was holding.

Ray's Basement
Shaun Boulier