She was like a memory just clear enough to recall but too foggy to make out. Like a fever dream on a hot summer night. A shadow that kept…
Her husband had to go. She didn’t care how, when, or by whom. All she cared was that he would no longer walk on this earth. Torment comes…
There is something magical about kneading a dough. The moment when the flour finally binds with water and yeast, when it all combines into a…
He had always been afraid of losing his memory. Not his mind, no — never that. Only his memory. He had seen a film once where…
My best friend was suicidal. From her cynical and sarcastic commentaries, the world was a bitter sweet tale of home and neglect. She’s not…
I’m sitting alone at the bar.
Maadeva was ten at the time.
His mother had just taken to knitting, had set herself a goal to knit things such as in Woman and Home, which magazine came from England and which she’d pick up from the lending library. She’d no illusions that she’d…
Five men, each in a brown state-issued jumpsuit, point their rifles at the black bear’s limp body. They keep…
A short story by Ernio Hernandez
It’s easy to laugh from your carat the bald manwearing a pink shirtsinging to himself.
You crossed the street, turning to stand against the wall opposite where I sip my morning…