“She’s in one of her moods again,” I say. I stare at the dark wood panels that cover the ceiling and blow out a puff of smoke. You let out a little cough.
All tagged short story
The Sword
Between my ribs a sword is thrust. It goes in below the heart and comes out at the backside of the opposite hip. I can’t recall when it went in, but it must be some time ago now.
Hemingway and the Holy Communion; or, a week in the life of an English student
Monday. The weekend left no trace of its existence, save for the headache and a vague dread that I wake up next to.
The Pawn Shop
Richard knew he would need help to navigate the journey to the deepest chambers of his heart. And it had been a while since his last visit to the pawn shop.
The wormhole
They came through a wormhole, small metal ships appearing from a hole in the sky. It was unimaginable, to have grasped the fabric of the universe and torn it apart.
Minerals
On his way from work one day, Rafael thought he saw on the side of the tracks a man prostrate, his head dug in the ground.