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Short Fiction

Maggie and Mary

L N Hunter

First thing every day, I count out the same colorful cocktail of medications into Mother’s four containers: morning, midday, evening meal and nighttime. Two pink pills shortly after waking up, and... [+]

Short Fiction

Bar Lines

Kristen Loughlin

The first time it really hits me, I’m staring at the peeling paint on the doorknob.
I long ago memorized the feeling of coming home – the click of my key in the door, the scent of Mom’s sti... [+]

Short Fiction

Munchkin

Kenneth N. Margolin

When did my heart harden? How did empathy slip away? Dr. Lindelson pondered these questions in the spacious office where she had practiced psychotherapy for forty years, since she completed he... [+]

Short Fiction

Nasturtiums

Suzanne Buck

I was in the middle of painting a vein when my husband came into my studio and announced that he was leaving me for another woman. Anyone who has painted flowers and leaves knows what a delicate... [+]