Category: Short Story
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Persephone’s Garden by Isabel Ballan
1 Eurydice On my first evening in the land of the Dead I was sent, lamed and limping, to visit Persephone in her boudoir. I sat by her elbow on a silk cushion. She wore green and silver veils, translucent, fraying at the edges. Her shadowed face was…
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The Bell and Basket by Jonathan B. Ferrini
A young lady on a bicycle with a basket filled with flowers announces her arrival by ringing the bell attached to the handlebars. She gently taps on my window to say “hello.” Her smile is wide, happy, and reminds me of the day I saw my wife cradling our…
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On Un-Becoming God by Mercy Grey
God died quietly on a Saturday afternoon. He died on his back, His vast body unharmed and restful. He fell in a field of flowers. Just as a little girl might press expiring blossoms between the pages of her journal to preserve them evermore, God’s wings fanned out around…
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Daffodils by Thomas J. Daly
“I love these dresses!” Melissa yelped. Judith Murray was finally becoming Judith Neimann. It took Nick three long years, but he went through with the proposal in the end. There were no problems with friends, family, or anyone else for the entirety of the planning either. Her parents house…
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Violet by Leigh Ferrier
Violet often watched her mother shuffling around the house in the morning, but she never thought much of it. It just seemed to be something she did. Her father was a bit more chaotic in his routine—often dashing out of the house and returning once or twice for his keys…
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Crickets by Stephen Spotte
Falling, cartwheeling through that single plane, the dimensions in which we could see were limited. At your call we had risen from the table and rounded the corner into the foyer. Your descent had already begun. Because we arrived perpendicular to the stairway and underneath the highest part we saw…
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The Last Night by Jack Lowe-Carbell
“Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.”-Jhumpa Lahiri“The Namesake” It had felt differently lately, everything had. He had gone through his days with a boring shuffled step, his soles dragging along as he went about the mundane activities…
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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…