Category: short story saturday
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Spicing Things Up
When Shawn and I got married, my mama told us to never go to bed angry. I thought she was just saying that no issue we have will ever be larger than our marriage or worth holding on to. Though after waking up with a sore throat from last night’s…
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Johnnie and Anika Get Tacos
I’m standing outside a club in the warehouse district while my friend gets a number from some guy. I hear the muffled house music and people in line talk about the wait time and parties across town. I look up at the sky and see only black. No stars, unlike…
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Almond Croissants
Neal Harvey had a dilemma. He messed up bad. After a taxing day working I.T. at Mockingbird Publishing, the last thing he wanted was a chatty seat partner on his commute home. He sat in his window seat with a book in hand and did his best to look uninterested…
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The Outlaw’s Curse
Skye “Feathers” Chapman, notorious train robber and possible mystic was executed on the edge of the town Copper Ridge in 1890. She got her name from the long black feather she supposedly used to curse any lawmen who even thought about bringing her in. After they put the noose around…
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The Art of Yes
I slip into my apartment and try to make as little noise as possible with all of my luggage. It’s late and the place is quiet. She must be asleep. Maybe I can avoid the fall out if I could just make my way to my bedroom. There’s a click.…
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We Go Through Phases
New Moon I am where I will always be, but tonight you can’t see me. As you stare from your bedroom window once again, I wonder what you are thinking. I remember when people like you long ago used me to light their way during their night travels. Or the…
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Great Fire
I clutched my palla around me as I looked over the vegetables at the stalls, Cassius clinging to my side. The elderly merchant offered him a fig which he took eagerly. I bought some beets, mushrooms, and dates. I insisted on paying for the fig, despite the old man reassuring…