Ann Bevans

Dennis leaned against the back wall of the restaurant, smoking a Camel and enjoying one of the last cool nights of spring. “The heat’s coming,” Javier had said, just before stepping inside to confront the mound of dirty dishes that had appeared, as if by magic, at his station. Now…

Hillix Hewitt braked hard along the third fairway – so hard that his passengers, including the lovely Miss Laura St. Clair, nearly fell out of the cart, and his entourage, which filled the two carts behind them, just missed crashing into one another. “It’s a crime,” he exclaimed, leaping out…

“Shut up. You never let me think.” The lion turned in his little cage, his mane caked with sawdust and straw. He was making a humming sound. Gary never thought a lion would make a sound like that. But there was a storm outside and they were both on edge…

I’ve known shy kids before, and Caroline was definitely shy, but the thing that really got my attention about her was that Caroline never ate lunch. It took me a few days to notice, because she always went through the lunch line and filled her tray with pizza and milk,…

These days, my super suit is all but packed away. I hung it on an old wire hanger all the way in the back of my closet, along with the boots and gloves and even my mask, which ensured that, even when people saw me, they didn’t really see me….