In a Cornfield by Erin Lyndal Martin

Dear K—–, I don’t know if a cornfield can ever truly be empty, but this one is. I am waiting for you here and the wind sounds like knives on hubcaps. Ever since we met here that night and explored the spacecraft’s ruins, I have had a light at the base of my throat. The…

Clouded Memories by Nortina Simmons

After Sunday dinner, Mama’s mind traveled back in time to 1959 when she was eleven years old. She dozed off in the loveseat while my husband and son watched the football game in the family room. Every time there was a big play, Mike slammed his hard, calloused fist down on the coffee table. “Run!…

We Have Your Son by John Field

Dear Victim, Follow these instructions with fidelity and zeal. Be appreciative of these instructions and thankful of our efforts to extort you. We have gone through great pains to kidnap your son, and I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you recognize our efforts. We really went all out on this one—investing in…