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Tag: short story
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Dreams of a Steam Train by Patrick T. Webb
Every second Saturday in the summer, No. 27, “Old Green,” ventured out of the museum under the parking garage. She crawled along with three turquoise coaches to the downtown hotels, past the sailor memorial statue in the square, down the green line to the beach under the catenary wire. She…
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Ash Garden by Matthew Spence
It was after the funeral of another family member that I think my sister had the idea of “natural reincarnation.” We’d been at said relative’s home, sharing memories and food made with her recipes in her honor. I’d been to a number of such events over the past few…
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The Cracks Let the Light In by William Falo
I played music on my phone as I delivered mail to houses so far from the road that I hardly ever saw anyone who lived inside them. I loved delivering the mail in this rural community because I was on my own. Still, sometimes I imagined what the people who…
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The Spoon by Richard Risenberg
That was the morning when he couldn’t find his favorite spoon. That upset him more than it should, as he well knew. It was the same as the other seven spoons that matched it, except that it bore a small scratch in the handle from when it had fallen into…
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Half Broke and Fully In by Josiah Crocker
It didn’t take long before I regretted everything. By then it was too late. I cast a look back at the events that had landed me here in this moment and saw nothing but weeds. Overgrown brush and dry mud cracking under the low winter sun. A life left without…
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Reflections by Justice Wright
As a young girl Ginny wondered why her grandmother never kept mirrors in her house. It was an abnormal superstition, but she never questioned her grandma about it. She only ever brought it up once and it was to her mother. “Why doesn’t Grandma like mirrors?” “It’s been…
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Orion by Lori M. Myers
The room smelled of Lysol and potato chips as Sara stood there wondering why a married woman such as herself had come to a mixer where the male pickings tried to act like they were 45 but, in truth, didn’t look a day under 80. She tried to rationalize all…
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Wednesday’s Road by David Swan
Nobody could figure out what he wanted with that car. For years he’d proudly hung on to his restored ‘71 Camaro, then out of the blue had bought an electric, the kind that could drive itself most of the time. “Oh, I thought it was time for a change,” was…
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The Menace to Society at the Dew Drop Inn by Cerys Harrison
Mary Frances was told what Danny Flowers did by his sister. Enid tentativelyapproached the back porch where she sat, slowly chewing soda crackers in the shade while listening to Eddie Cantor’s scratchy tenor through the open kitchen window. A bottle of Coca-Cola sweated on a small wooden table between a…