Pete’s Sign – Russell Richardson

The birds’ white shit, flung down from an electrical cable, had blotted out the three feet tall lettering that once read “Pete’s.” His business had suffered enough. The locals barely paid Pete any mind — or money. How would a traveler, an outsider, find his tiny corner diner now, with its sign completely eradicated by birds? Linda, one of the …

Ways of the Widow – Matthew Wilson

Mother called it a cry for attention. It started when I mentioned the murder with too much flourish. Then the woman in the green dress threw the box into the river and wailed about her son’s disappearance. Yes, the world of a hat shop owner’s son is small and uninteresting but I didn’t pluck stories from the air. When the …