I found exactly what we needed, as it happened, on a Friday. It was a strange Friday, even as Fridays go.
But we won't go into that.
And I didn't like going out in all that snow, walking through it
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Short Fiction
Short Fiction
Finding Hope
My wife went to bed fifteen days ago, and she's been there ever since.
We came home from the hospital dazed and empty-handed. Eleanor climbed the stairs, rushed past the freshly painted second ... [+]
We came home from the hospital dazed and empty-handed. Eleanor climbed the stairs, rushed past the freshly painted second ... [+]
Short Fiction
Across the Board of Time
Lena walked through the soccer field and to the edge of the woods. The large oak greeted her, outstretched branches bursting green with the early spring. "Hello," she said, patting its trunk. She
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Short Fiction
For Always and Forever
You never know when the last goodbye is. We think we have forever until suddenly we don't. We enter with purpose and leave with only memory. I wish I had seen the battle he was fighting before it
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Short Fiction
Dreams on the interstate of forests and mountains
The house takes a day to dismantle. Goodwill gets the furniture. Meghan sets a ground rule for the rest: George is allowed three seconds to decide where each thing should go: in the car (to be driven
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Short Fiction
What Happened That Night
Josh is gone, but I see him everywhere. Even now, it's his reflection I see in the puddle as the storm brings me back to reality. I shiver. Seems I'm always cold these days. I need to get my shit
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Short Fiction
While the Cat's Away
momofgale: My husband left us, and now my 12-year-old daughter is depressed. How can I help her?
Top Answer: 15 upvotes 2 downyvotes
cityyouthcounselor: Your daughter is grieving and likely feels
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Short Fiction
The Second Person
The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the
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Short Fiction
For whom the troll tolls
I couldn't believe it.
"10,000 Kroners! That's outrageous!"
I was deep in the Troms region of Norway on the Nordost Road. I had been for a while. At the moment, I was trying to cross the ... [+]
I was deep in the Troms region of Norway on the Nordost Road. I had been for a while. At the moment, I was trying to cross the ... [+]
Short Fiction
Death of a Star
The last apparition of Halley's Comet was in 1986, approaching Earth as close as 0.4 astronomical units. Halley takes a long journey to visit us. The comet follows an elliptical orbit that reaches
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Short Fiction
My Dead-End Job
My life changed the day Cleopatra corporealized in the outdoor food court during our lunch rush. Corporealized. Bet you're surprised I know such a big word, but I do love me a good ghost story. Love
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Short Fiction
Last Breath
They always say the final sense to go is hearing, but touch lasts right 'til the end. Not over the whole body, though; I can't feel Dot's hand in mine, but this fucking diaper itches like blazes. I
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Short Fiction
Good Bones
The realtor moves from room to room in silence. Charlotte and I follow, anxiously awaiting his verdict.
Through the kitchen, the living room, the study. Upstairs, in and out of bedrooms. He ... [+]
Through the kitchen, the living room, the study. Upstairs, in and out of bedrooms. He ... [+]
Short Fiction
Uncle Fred Explains the Great Church Flood of '85
The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of
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Short Fiction
80-Year-Old Hero
It was a muggy morning at Cozy Cottage Nursing Home, and the arthritis was bothering me pretty bad. Hurt to move. Hurt to type. Still does, matter of fact. That's why, when they asked me for an
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Short Fiction
Hopping Mad
"This is the last straw," Alma said. She had just opened the mail at the kitchen table.
Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?"
"It's anothe ... [+]
Sitting opposite, Walter peered over the top of his newspaper. "What straw is that?"
"It's anothe ... [+]