Category: Short Story

Finding My Centre

Yesterday as I was dead heading my roses, I came upon a baby praying mantis. It was a tiny lime green stick, and still as death. She had come from who knows where working her way through to the maze of rose petals, and was…

Permanence

The pain is temporary. The ink, forever.” When my mother died, the music of my life was an étude in staccato. Each moment, each memory detached from one another; repetitive short snippets of a life spent together. A minute felt like forever, an hour…

Over Exposed

“This must stop,” Zara said as she looked at him over the rim of the wine glass. She breathes in, her nose buried, savoring the aroma in the wine glass. The taste on her palate was dark, earthy, with an undertone of oak, and as…

Peaks and Valleys

I love who I’ve been, but I really love who I am becoming.” My life has changed in the last three months. Where before I was seldom home because I was traveling for work, I now spend most of my days writing, painting, gardening,…

Escape

She is late,so late. Trying her best not to panic. He hates when she is late. It makes him uncomfortable, angry, distrusting. She does not understand why. Pulling into the drive, the house is pitch black. A sigh of relief escapes her lips; he…

Life Lessons

I have none. Zero, zip, zilch. Regrets, that is. There are times I wish I had done something different, told my mother I loved her more, asked my dad the pressing questions I now have about my heritage but may never know the answers…

Let Go

I have let go of my old life. You know the one. The life where I got up earlier than God, rushed,rushed,rushed. Worked all day, and part of the night. Jetted to somewhere different, worked in a different location, a different city. Encountered harshness…

L’oggetto che Parla (The Object That Speaks)

The cool dark interior of the antique shop is a welcome respite from the summer sun. As the door closes behind me an insistent voice whispers inside my head, ‘Come to me, I want to tell you a story.’ I turn around, expecting someone…

The Apartment

The pale gray light of a rainy dawn creeps into the room. In my jet lagged stupor, I briefly forget where we are. The breeze from the fan brushes against my cheek soft as a lover’s caress. I roll over and wrap my arms…

Las Manos Más Suaves

Old hands are beautiful. Weathered, wrinkled, soft as silk, scarred by the passing of time and countless tasks. Last Saturday, we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for breakfast. Los Picos Parilla is the home of the best huevos rancheros in Mesa. There is…

Waiting on DNA

So many people are of mixed heritage; everyone is from somewhere else. “-G. Willow Wilson In January of 1973, my father changed his name. Not only his first name, but his entire legal name. In the district court of Harris County Texas, the man…

Waiting,Waiting,Praying

The date, forever inked in crimson on her soul like a tawdry tattoo. November 6, 2012. Election day. Two hours since the call. Motorcycle accident, trauma center, broken bones, blow to the head, no helmet. I’m okay, he says. She does not believe him….

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