Stories tagged short-fiction

Butterflies are the souls of dead babies

10101010 views33 comments11 fav

When he leaves, she collects all the caterpillars she can find at the bottom of the garden and sits cross-legged in the shade of the buddleia. She makes a hollow in her skirt and drops in the smooth green, the furry black, the red, spotted and the spiny ones and watches as…

Orion, redux

4141 views66 comments00 favs

Growing up, Orion had always been told his father lived a good life then died from an illness....When Orion got old enough his mother took him for a walk and told him the truth.

Things That Were Never Built

124124 views11 comment11 fav

Do me a favor: Listen to me. I don’t ask for much.

Variation on a Variation of a Mode

14211421 views2727 comments1212 favs

Borges must be so proud somewhere

Night and the spell that gave me peace

10491049 views00 comments00 favs

When you have lived with pain so long, you grow old and the old man inside of you takes over. That’s just the way it is.

A Visceral Affair

211211 views44 comments00 favs

Her nervous toes danced under the table. She thought, on this dismal day in South West London, the time had come to confess her state of tangled affairs.

The Infinite Monkey Theorem

15571557 views00 comments00 favs

Yahweh’s a betting deity, as bad as Lucifer at times. If you don’t believe me, look at the duck-billed platypus. Yahweh lost that time. So did the duck, but that’s another story.

An Unheeded Return

11561156 views11 comment11 fav

On an over­cast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s per­mis­sion, of course—decided to make his grand return.

The Voices

225225 views1212 comments88 favs

I hear voices through the open window at night which sound like, but are not, the voices of people I know.

The Warden, the Photograph, and the Story

215215 views99 comments33 favs

The most she'll see of daylight is a pair of white eyes through the tilted blinds.

Night has yet to break its fever

11571157 views66 comments55 favs

Even the neighborhood houses show their sunburnt faces and symptoms of heat stroke in the glow of their night lights.

The Informal Arrangements of Dot and Jerry

182182 views55 comments11 fav

There were the first months, when it didn't happen at all for Jerry. He felt some shyness and embarrassment, but in Dot's mind the joy was too great and this meant good things.

Eating Chicken with Grief

153153 views55 comments11 fav

Lydia let the grease cool in her frying pan. She drank three cups of coffee and had to lie down.

The Olivetti, the Bomb, and Why I Got My Degree in Economics

17301730 views1111 comments77 favs

The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.

Struck

3030 views00 comments00 favs

Renee’s eyes shifted from the backseat in the mirror to her left shoulder, switching lanes. She was a fender away from a newspaper headline, obituary most likely, but luck was just passing and signaled the all clear.