Watch your brother
Watch your brother, watch your brother, the girl thought to herself. Wondering why they always said to watch him when he never did anything worth looking at. He just sat […]
Tag Archives: short fiction by Sandra Stephens
Livestock
This morning I woke up early, like I been doing ever since I started doing the livestock chores. It’s getting to be high summer now, and by seven it is […]
Gameboard
I met my husband in a dog food factory. I know that sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s true. We both had summer jobs at ProVets Pet […]
Waking Up From Dying
Waking up from dying was not at all what she had thought or feared it would be. There were no gates, pearly or fiery or otherwise. No floor of clouds. […]
An Unexpected Exodus
Something has been on my mind, something I read somewhere not long ago – I don’t remember where, maybe Nova, or one of the airline in-flight magazines. The article was […]
The Happiest Place On Earth
I never suspected anything – no one did. I mean, did you? When you went, did you? See, that’s how I know how good they were – I don’t even […]
The Accountant: A Ghost Story
I’ve been a cop for twenty-seven years – a detective for the last twelve. I retired last year – had to. I’ve had a trick knee since that raid we […]
The Peeping Tom
One of my favorite classes in high school was World Civilization. The teacher, Mr. Hart, was also one of the high school wrestling coaches. He was a soft-spoken man but […]
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