Fiction

The Prisoners

by Jennifer Dyer   Some call it death row. Others, The End of the Line. Whichever, I’d been moved here, all the way to the back of the prison. The fresh inmates get the spots closest to the door, but us hopeless cases move backward as each newbie enters. When someone gets to the last row, that’s it. The next… Read more →

The Supe Store

by Jennifer Dyer   I grasped the store’s icy door handle. Darkness swallowed the shapes around me—the garbage dumpster, the stoops, the litter windblown to the curbs. Why did this place have to be in such a dump? Then again, we didn’t want just anyone shopping here. The net reporters called our cadre of crime fighters Supes (pronounced soups) thanks… Read more →