Categoría: a short story
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Won’t You Join Us for a Cup of Tea? by Rossana Sala Estremadoyro
If it hadn’t been for that man I was sitting next to—who was sneaking looks at me from time to time—the trip would have been pleasant. Apart from his glances, the smell of cigarettes steeped into his body made it hard to breathe or read in peace the entire flight.…
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“On Ne Sait Jamais” by Bill Tope
Standing at the water cooler, Stan, a 30-something actuary, turned to Amy, a co-worker about his age. “I think I’d like to get to know you, Amy,” Stan told his colleague of long standing. Amy pulled her chin back an inch and regarded the man with a puzzled look. “Stan,…
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Encounter With My Spider by Ed Ahern
Late one evening, in the frustrated wallow of stalled writing, a tiny spider appeared, dropping leisurely on its protein thread from the featureless ceiling above me. – There were no side-to-side adjustments available to her, and at a foot a minute she’d soon be perching on my nose, and react…
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birch trees by Bogdan Dragos
His was the only house painted pink in the whole neighborhood It looked silly in the warm season and creepy in the cold small trees dotted the front and back yard and further beyond a forest began to gain contours It was a forest of birch trees and he visited…
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Happy Go Lucky by Gerald Yelle
There was a bear, black with a band of gray around the middle, snuffling the ground just outside the window. The woman watched it for a while then said she wanted to see the booking clerk. I said he’d be right back –he had to run to the store. When…
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“Hiatus” by Bill Tope
“I’ve lived without you for eight years,” said Sadie. “What makes you think I’d take you back now?” Albert leaned against the doorway, calmly examining the woman he spent nearly twenty years with before his sudden departure in 1990. His still-handsome face was inscrutable. His gaze, which could melt the…
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“First Date (Heather)” by Peter Lingard
Heather hadn’t had a date since New Year’s Eve, and that was a disaster. The man got drunk and tried to persuade her to let in the New Year with a bang. She agreed and punched his nose. People laughed and applauded as she ran out of the nightclub. Andrew…
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The Turkys bar by J. Ré Crivello
The Turkys bar is much more than an anecdotal biographical detail: according to studies on the author (The portable Honeland, Writing on the margins of the world by Rafael Julivert), it is the setting where much of Crivello’s later literary work takes shape. Located in Vilanova i la Geltrú, a…
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“Party Girl” by Bill Tope
She sat on the edge of an easy chair, overlooking a coffee table—beautiful, solid oak–on which all her most important possessions were carefully put into neat little piles. On one end of the table was a panoply of medium-sized white and ecru tablets–the amphetamines–and close at hand was a colorful…
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getting metaphysical by Bogdan Dragos
there’s gotta be some kind of metaphysical lesson here, he thought as he turned away from her in bed and got slapped on the face and had to turn right back and hold her in his arms no exchange of words between them It’s been only a few months, perhaps…
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Ardor by J K Miller
To love is not the young woman who stood curious stood like a mockingbird desiring the voice of another. It is not a lost night, when the stars sparkled over skin that, sweaty, also sparkled. To love is not an old trail through the blue sierras nor the blue of…
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“As I Remember It…” by Bill Tope
1971 “You want this jacket?” asked Cathy, opening the closet door wide to reveal a handmade denim jacket festooned with hundreds of large, garish silver stars. Cliff regarded the apparel dubiously. “Where’d you get that?” he asked his lover of one night. “This junkie I used to date,” she replied…
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“The Pixie by the Pond” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
The Pixies, they who change not, nor grow old or die.The Pixies, though they love us, behold us pass away,And are not sad for flowers they gathered yesterdayNora Chesson, The Pixies Brian just finished his Junior year at Stanford University, where he was pursuing a course of studies at the…
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“Gesture Poses” by Bill Tope
The girl on the modeling platform was not nude–she was naked. Working for the university’s Art Department, she reluctantly provided a randy art instructor with a spectacular fantasy life. In his mind, he raped her again and again. Nor was he subtle about it. He coaxed her to assume a…
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swineherd by Bogdan Dragos
after 22 years he returned to his old town I was just a kid when he left so I didn’t recognize him but some of the older guys were quick to offer him a drink “Who’s he?” I asked and the only answer I got was “Swineherd.” They called him…
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“Shadows of Silence” by Alice Baburek
The parking lot was empty.Estelle Lancer studied her cell phone as she stepped outside. It was 3 p.m., and there was no service. She looked up to find her vehicle, but to her amazement, there were no cars—not one. The concrete area was overgrown with weeds. Dark clouds hovered above.…
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