Terrain.org fiction in this issue:
  

The Third Way
by Tamara Kaye Sellman

But tonight it’s eerily secluded over there. A fog has pulled in. I want to cheer. Cloak of darkness, cloak of fog, cloak of silence. Proper conditions on this lowest-tide night. When the girls and I reach the bottom of the hill to the beach, other cars and people appear in the night’s opacity.

Pelicans
by Julian Hoffman

The pelicans had woken me at first light. They were fitfully feeding alongside cormorants in the lagoon. Each morning I had witnessed the same frenetic ritual of thrashing and churned water, a gossipy chattering and clapping of bills.
  
  

Her Best Interests
by Janet Yung

The first Monday of the new year, Edith Watson sat in the large communal living room where she stayed, trying to read the paper.  Since she’d moved into the place the previous January, she’d never used the term “living.”  That would definitely be a misnomer.

The Way Things Fall
by Richard Denoncourt

The wooden platform towered above the small shack as if it had sprung from the earth to keep vigil over us. On certain nights I stared out my window at the way the beams seemed to cut the moon into different shapes. The towering platform frightened me and I was able to sleep only after I remembered father's words.