Short Fiction

Sunshine

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…

The Puncher

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…

Bagels

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…

Fracturing Her

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…

The Call

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…

“Is anybody here a doctor?”

I’m sitting alone at the bar.

If She’s Swallowed the Poison …

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…

We Are The Dangerous Ones

Five men, each in a brown state-issued jumpsuit, point their rifles at the black bear’s limp body. They keep…