Where the Heart Was by Chuck Harp

    So much for the warmth by the fire; the welcome mat placed by the front door, and the guiding beam that was once the porch light.   Doors are locked and bolted. windows shut, giving only prison views. only moon beams peak passed torn curtains.   It was fun while it lasted.  …

Plan B by Chuck Harp

    Darkness seized the room, choking the breath from Darius’ lungs. Footsteps echoed from the stairwell, creeping across the warped floorboards. Panic ran down his young face, swimming by his sweat. The freedom of the empty streets sung to him beneath car horns and drunken ramblings. The footsteps grew louder, violent like a doll…