Category: short story saturday
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A Day Off
June sprawled herself across her mattress. the tiny fan on her dresser was working overtime as the only source of relief. Earlier that day, June spent the day moving the fan throughout her tiny trailer because her AC went out. She thought that she’d get a reprieve come nighttime, but…
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Death’s promise
Willow listened to the rain as she poured rum into her coffee cup that had long since stopped being coffee. From her window she watched the clouds brightened, her skin turns to gooseflesh from the same electricity as it made contact with the earth. After work, she spent her evening…
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Anika Crashes a Pack Meeting
Pad Thai. My only weakness. It just so happened that my favorite Thai spot was next to Johnnie’s place so after ordering copious amount of food, I made my way to his apartment. When it comes to navigating the streets, I’ve learned to stay to myself when walking alone and…
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Stuckey’s Bridge
I was helping my mom go through some old boxes when I found a bunch of stuff from when I was a kid. For the most part, it was all junk, but there was a box filled with stuff from my old amateur photographer days. It started when my dad…
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The Chosen
To the girls, they never imagined that their first time traveling as a group would be to visit their fifth member, Anais, in Tokyo, Japan. How Anais and her family ended up in the city would be perhaps one of the many mysteries that would be solved during their adventure…
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Constellations
I’m not going to Mean Myrtle’s, I tell myself. It feels like a lie. I leave my phone in the house, refusing to reply to the invitation and head outside, collapsing into the rickety plastic chair on my porch. I reach over to the side table and take out a…
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Day by Day
“What do you miss the most about her,” Ms. Delaney asked, her aged hands readying themselves to write down my thoughts. I stared at her for a moment; her face was fascinating, always picturesque. She was aging gracefully, her sharp facial features more prominent than ever I suppose, her…
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Old Hearts and Car Parts
She can do oil changes in her sleep. Tire rotations while drunk and multi-point inspections blind-folded. So being a manager of the town’s most frequented auto shop can get a bit mundane especially when the ache to continue restoring her’68 Plymouth Road Runner sits heavy in her gut and she…
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How Cat Ladies Are Made
Camille stepped into her uncle’s veterinarian clinic carrying their lunch. Uncle Eric’s clinic was one of the few that was open on weekends in their area, so Saturdays tend to be pretty busy for him. It was well known around the office that Camille would make the drive from uptown…
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Tempered Glass
From the day we met, I put your promises in their own special jars and tucked them away. Every single one you have ever told. Under beds. In cabinets. On shelves. But that one. I put it high on a shelf where it would be safe. In a place I…