Uncharted Frontier EZine Issue 12

By Allan Kaspar

Welcome to the September 2013 and twelfth issue of Uncharted Frontier! Our current issue brings you Fall and Harvest themed fiction! Enjoy stories and photography dealing with the changing of the seasons, the symbolism of an oncoming winter, and the old "we reap what we sow."

Short Fiction by:

Heather Christie
Loretta Oleck
Elizabeth Archer
Barbara Saxton
Richard Lawrence

Photography by:

Faith Kuzio
Cheyenne Foreman

Edited by:
Allan Kaspar

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allan Kaspar
• Release date: Oct 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301585335

Allan Kaspar

Allan is the Chief Editor and Publisher of Uncharted Frontier EZine, the premier EZine for the soon-to-be famous creative artists, writers and photographers who deserve to have a voice to the world!He is a life-long writer, RPG fanatic, and video game afficienado, whose video game reviews have appeared in Games for Windows Magazine, Mentality Magazine, Gamespot featured community reviews, and more.He spends his time in Pennsylvania frequenting old book stores, coffee shops, and Guitar Centers.

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Uncharted Frontier EZine Issue 12

Published by Allan Kaspar at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Allan Kaspar

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Table of Contents

Learning to Fly -- By Heather Christie

Leaving Van Gogh -- By Loretta Oleck

Madman in the Woods -- By Richard Lawrence

Garden Game -- By Loretta Oleck

Plum Worship -- By Barbara Saxton

The Apple Falls -- By Elizabeth Archer

Contributor Bios

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Learning to Fly

By Heather Christie

Hannah, the hot sun beating on her head, hiked down the weedy hill behind her house. The tall dry grass nipped at her bare legs. Her brothers, George and David, and her sister Macy, followed, the four of them scoring a path through the uncut meadow of their sloping yard. Hannah squinted into the bright sky and felt the sweat tickle the nape of her neck. Mr. Hartline’s pond beamed like a mirror, flat and still, waiting for them across the soybean field.

He’d called this morning inviting them to take a dip in the pond. He called all the time now. Did they want some fresh tomatoes? Should he mow the grass on the long driveway? Could he take the trash down the lane? Mom always said, No, but thanks anyway. Except for today, today she’d said yes.

Swimming in the pond was the last thing Hannah wanted to do. The water was dark and mucky. She preferred the chlorine, the snack bar pierogis, and her friends at the pool. Tommy Watson smiled at her during alligator tag and she wanted to see him again. Plus, it just felt wrong. Dad should be home any day now.

It’ll be fun. Just like when you were little, Hannah, Mom had coaxed unloading the clean plates from the dishwasher and setting them on the countertop. Perfect for a Saturday. An adventure, she said in a voice that said one thing but Hannah knew could sometimes mean another.

Hannah stacked the plates inside the hanging cabinet. But you said we could go to the pool today.

Maybe later. Her mother sat down at the computer desk in the corner and began typing on her laptop. Macy’s never gotten to swim in a pond.

Drop me at the pool first. Everybody’s goin’, Hannah said in her most reasonable, grownup-sounding voice. Her mother hated it when any of them whined. Please, she said, wiping her hands on the blue dishrag.

Pond! Pond! David chanted, a huge grin on his face, his fists thumping the table.

Shut up, jerk, Hannah wanted to shout,