Here There Be Wytches
She walked until she came to a clearing. It was small, maybe fifteen feet in diameter, more like a pause in the undergrowth than a true clearing. But it was […]
Tag Archives: short fiction
The Last Whale
When the last whale passed by there was so much excitement you almost forgot it was supposed to be a sad thing that was happening. Everyone was out on the […]
For the Love of Money, I’m Sorry Sam Polk!
For the Love of Money just arrived at my door, thanks to a chain of people that stretches from the UPS delivery man, to the Amazon warehouses, the Simon & […]
The Visitation of Mike Brady
The doorbell buzzed, and it wasn’t an especially long buzz or short buzz. It was just a regular buzz. There was nothing of the harbinger about it. I figured it […]
Kitchen Confidential
How do you like the kitchen, they ask. It’s a great kitchen, they tell her. A really great kitchen. Great lighting, don’t you think. And all of the work surfaces. […]
The Search
We were up early in the cold. No one talked much. There was only the sound of crying, which you might expect. I wish she’d stop carrying on so, someone […]
Forcing Branches
It all started when he gave her the book. That is what Carol would tell Shandy, if she could. That is what she tells herself. But then, in typical bossy […]
The Heart Is An Organ Of Fire
She is traveling, something she will probably be doing more of now, after the breakup. She has begun noticing the distraction of other people again. At the airport, a couple […]
I Have My Mother’s Eyes
I always think about you on father’s day, how you didn’t get a chance to know your daddy. He died when you were just eight. Your few memories of him […]
Cristobel of Tragicstan
She sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and wishing for a cigarette. It was a stupid wish, because she gave up smoking for the last time a month ago. […]
