Category Short Stories

From the backseat of a truck, I listened to my father slur his words, repeating a story only he knew. I sat behind him on the passenger side, ignoring him. Physically, I’m 26 years old, bundled in a purple puffy…

One, two, three, four, TURN. One, two, three, four, NO! It’s not working, darling. Your mind isn’t what it once was. When we were young, we would walk the balance beam, counting each heel to toe with a clockwise turn…

They let me go. Four years of my life. Gone. I didn’t get to say goodbye, and no reason was given. It’s half past midnight now and I wander the maze of streets, ignoring the cars slowing down and the…