Tag: short story
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Lloyd’s Worlds by Colby Galiher
Lloyd’s legs dangled from his wooden stool when we played live. As his cheeks billowed and the saxophone wailed those stout appendages of his, never quite reaching the floor, popped and jolted with a terrific elasticity, striking the air like snakes. The music’s intoxication would wheel up from his lower…
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Slingshot by George Thomas
On the drive in from Cheney, he tuned to classical music. Brahms, the readout informed him. Something new for him; he didn’t know why. Maybe that he read classical music was soothing. The engine noise seemed to have fixed itself, or, maybe, the tick-ticking had been his imagination. This was…
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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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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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Ruined by Sarah Macallister
One hundred and ninety-nine steps, the sign warned. Salt prickled Maria’s flushed face, sweat mingling with salt spray carried on the wind from the bellowing sea. The stone steps snaked away from the grinning crescent of the bottom one. Over her shoulder, Maria’s husband ran, clapping the cobbles with…
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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…