Fiction
Help by Stuart Watson
Without the truck to hold it up, the battleship was settling beneath the waves.
Without the truck to hold it up, the battleship was settling beneath the waves.
Children play on street corners until the lights grow dim and the stars are visible like pinpricks on a bulletin board.
She took out the beads: blood red, midnight blue, and fierce orange.
Dear Reader, Every issue of Five South not only represents the mindsets of our writers but the world at large. So, what’s on everyone’s minds? Besides, the obvious (for posterity: lockdowns, pandemics, variants, the…
The “femme” was his late mother. A farm wife until the farm was lost.