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.
All tagged short story
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.
On the Forest Floor
It hadn’t always been like this. In fact, it was mere days since this forest was a place of whimsy for her. She had wandered around, creating fantasies of a lover who would whisk her away and give her a happy ending...
The Shore
December. I have got into the habit of walking to the shore in the dark. It’s a little way off from my house, and getting there in the dark is often difficult, since I never carry any light with me…
Your Eyes
I’ve always loved your eyes. They truly are windows to your loving soul.
The Cave
It was impossible to turn back.
Knight's Tour
Heartbreak, proposals, excitement and fear. Sara takes us on a fascinating journey across the floors and corridors of a hotel and gives us glimpses into the rooms.