“Oh Addy, come on. You can’t wear that.” Her mother’s voice is wounded, as if Addy chose her clothes intentionally to disappoint. Addy looks down at herself, her cargo shorts, velcro sandals, and second-favorite t-shirt, the one with the frog on it. “Wear the dress you wore to Teddy’s baptism,” her mother continues. “With the… Continue reading The Visit
Tag: short fiction
Starting Over
It’s not that he didn’t want to start over. Max could see a relatively compelling image of the next several years of his life: in this image he was more at ease, more successful, and things were lining up just right, and there were some new people in his life that made him wonder how… Continue reading Starting Over
Ecstasy with Emma
The drugs start kicking in almost immediately. Coming up I think is the phrase. I can tell I’m slightly off when I immediately rip open the wrapper of the granola bar before the guy even hands me my change, I’m not hungry I’ve just forgotten the order in which I would usually do things. I… Continue reading Ecstasy with Emma
Brooklyn Short Story in Two Acts
“Oh shit, here he comes.” Amy looked up from the partial shelter of the doorless closet that Mike generously referred to as “the kitchen.” It did contain the box of bagels (which waited in a disintegrating antechamber every morning when Amy unlocked the back door just before dawn, along with two large pastry boxes full… Continue reading Brooklyn Short Story in Two Acts
Not Listening
“You’re not even listening to me, are you?” Just like that, the magic words that bring me back to the surface. Suddenly and not suddenly at all I’m sitting across from you, my eyes scanning your too-familiar face and reading the hurt, the disappointment, these things familiar too, urging me to retreat back into myself. … Continue reading Not Listening
Queen of Elves 