It’s 8:00 at night and I’m dreading the time. Rusty, my two-year-old French bulldog, is fast asleep in his bed under the coffee table. His blissful slumber is interrupted by me turning him on his stomach and urging him to …
I drive to the supermarket at 1 p.m., five minutes from the office and park in the furthest point to the car-park entrance. I’d rather not be spotted by any of my work colleagues.
I grab a wire basket and …
While leaning on his shovel, panting, more snow began falling.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories have appeared online in CafeLit, The Writers’ Cafe Magazine, Cabinet of Heed, Paragraph Planet, Nailpolish Stories, …
I had a strange awareness this morning, early before the day was much of anything that it would be. But it has stayed with me for hours, a poem trying to find its words, its directions to my mind, to …
It was a perfect day here. The kind of clear cold day in the winter, that makes everyone in the country move to Los Angeles, and who could blame them, appearances count. Outside the window of deli, the clouds danced …
Three-piece suit. Silken ties. Pockets full of money. Lies.
Robbie West is a clinical linguist currently living and working in Germany. She enjoys writing children’s books, composing songs for her community choir, and cooking seven-course dinners for special friends. Her …
Dave was grateful for the final emotional push as he clamored up and over the edge of Lizard Peak onto the top, a large flat area.
“Thanks, man,” he said to Lyle, his life companion for the last forty years. …
Why does everyone keep saying that children don’t come with an instruction manual? Sure they do. I use one all the time.
I can never have children of my own — my lazy sperm made sure of that. However, since …