Pseudopod 003: Little Boy Leg Bone


By Richard Warren.

Read by JC Hutchins.

And Myrriden watched, perched on the dresser. Jack saw him through the corner of his eye. A tall man, tall like Daddy, but his legs and arms weren’t right–long and thin, they reminded Jack of spiders.

Myrriden held a flute to his lips. White, bone white. A leg bone, Jack knew that. Little Boy Leg Bone. The soft music sounded like wind through dry leaves and the distant cry of dogs. It made Jack’s shins ache.

Pseudopod 002: Good Advice


By Richard E. Dansky.

Read by Matthew Wayne Selznick.

“You got beaten up a lot as a kid, didn’t you?”

That’s what Jerry Brower asked me, and the entire Central Carolina Writers’ Workshop burst into nervous laughter.

I looked up from the short sketch I’d been reading from and turned to face my questioner. Jerry Brower sat at the end of the table, down past a gauntlet of laughing faces. He, at least, wasn’t laughing, and for that I was silently, desperately grateful. I nodded to him, slowly.

He nodded back. The laughter stopped.

Flash: Waiting Up for Father


By Greg van Eekhout.

Read by Jonathan M. Chaffin, and put to music by Instant Ambient (a side project of The Secret Life).

Jars line shelves like delicacies in a shop.

Hands clutch brown water.

Eyes and ears and tongues bob lazily in their containers.

Testicles lie shriveled against cold glass.

I have seen these things many times in many ways.