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Category: Short Story
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The Hitman’s Christmas in Paradise by Kirsten Smith
“Aloha and Merry Christmas, passengers of flight 2937 with service to Honolulu,” came the cheery squeak of the gate agent whose shoulders scarcely peeked above the podium. Her neck was draped with a pink fake lei, and a green felt elf hat flopped over one protruding teacup ear. “Your aircraft…
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K4EXK by Daniel Norman
The problem with working from a home office is, you’re at home, and there’s always something that needs to be done. Last Tuesday afternoon, after things slowed for the day, I decided to begin work on a project I’d been putting off for a very long time, which was cleaning…
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Initial Contact by Yuan Changming
The only reason Ming had travelled across the whole Pacific Ocean from Vancouver to Lotus Village was, hopefully, to see Chiung for the first and last time after he left his native place more than half a century ago. However, upon arrival, he found himself a total stranger. While…
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Burden by Huina Zheng
Mom, when you said you wanted to live with us, I thought you meant the seven-day National Day holiday, so I agreed at once. After all, we live in different cities and don’t often see each other. But half a month passed, and you had no intention of leaving. Ling…
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Diner Love by Philip Lisi
The top of the Heinz ketchup bottle at the Neptune Diner looked secure–I am sure it was on tight. But as I stare at the tomatoey Rorschach splotch adorning the front of your date-nightdress, I guess I must have misjudged the synchronicity between white metal top with its spiral grooves…
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The Black Swallowtail Butterfly is Falling by William Kitcher
After dining with my friend Gustav on our scheduled Friday evening at The Radish Café, we returned to his apartment to continue our discussion over glasses of excellent brandy. As usual, the conversation turned to books; Gustav taught World Literature at the local university. My tastes weren’t as highbrow as…
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Missions by Zach Anderson
The last time I saw my father was last January, a mild day for Minnesota, mid 20s. I drove out to his house, an hour from the major cities, through several small towns, each perched along a central train line through Minnesota which begins in Chicago and ends somewhere parts…
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The Carpet Salesman by Ellis Shuman
Business in the carpet department was slow; in fact, it was non-existent. Ziv sat behind his desk from the moment the store opened in the morning until it closed for the night, and looked out at the furniture displays with little to distract him. Occasionally, shoppers walked into Ziv’s…
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Trial Run by Gabrielle Esposito
It was a miracle, really, that only one of them was killed in the car crash. By the time the police finally arrived, they had each been pulled away from the wreckage once: first Dash, Lily, and then Clem. The cops found Dash and Lily shouldering Clem into place as…