Lost Ant

by Giles Goodland Once I found one circling on my table in a café, in March, divining a lost pheromone – trail under plates and among coffee – rings...

Demonio

by Jessica Groenendijk I watched the boat head up the Las Piedras river towards me, the forest behind it hulking black in the gathering dusk. Spray leapt from i...

Forced

by Dorene O’Brien She was ambling through the woods toward Iceberg Lake when she noticed the hikers and scrambled off the path, her two cubs trailing her dutifu...