Category: Short Fiction

Mrs. Mangum, is it?” “Mangrum, Doctor Delk, there’s an R you see.” He has a glimpse of her in the mirror above the basin where he is washing, she is mousey,  she might be...

Rosemary stands at the kitchen sink in a pale orange terrycloth bathrobe, bruised hands submerged in soapy water that smells of lemons and years of yellowing regrets. She shifts from one tired foot to...

(music: la double vie de veronique)  The swallows came back today, like thin baby boomerangs they returned to their place of origin. I know not how many bomb blasted years have gone by since...

There are only two people to blame in this situation: myself, and Justin Bieber. I understand that waiting for his plane to arrive and following him back to his house then climbing through his...

Some say the Christmas holidays are stressful because of busyness and having a tight budget. I have always been one to disagree with this notion. I think holidays—whether it is Christmas or Fourth of...

I am writing to report that I am in a most uncomfortable position, immobilised as I am between the shutters and the wall of my fair apartment, hanging by a shoestring from my left...