Having nothing better to do, Heidi tagged along with her parents to a cocktail party. It was the usual scene: clinking glasses, polite laughter, and clusters of people murmuring about business, politics, and the mundane dramas of upper crust society. She’d acquired a glass of red wine from the bar and swirled the contents around,…
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My Buddy
My boy woke in the middle of the night. He rolled off his 3-inch-thick bed on the floor by mine. There he sprawled out on the wooden floor with his back legs spread out to the sides and whimpered until one of us woke. No hurry, he said, and appeared to smile up at us…
A Short Story – Memories Of Mommy Dee © Elsa Wolf
Elaine drove down a residential road lined with aspen trees, their leaves had turned into the orange and yellow of autumn. As a child she didn’t know the road’s name, but now she knew it to be called Bryce Street. Memories flooded into the front of her consciousness. The events of these memories shaped her…
Bartholomew Dobbins and the 100 Face Masks, June 2020 by Louise Capon©
Once there was a tailor, named Bartholomew Dobbins, who lived in a small shop on the edge of town. All day he sewed for the town’s people. He hemmed pants and dresses, replaced buttons, and fixed jackets to fit like they were custom made. He made dresses and hats and all manner of clothing. He…
Short Story – Rushing Along ©Elsa Wolf
A middle-school girl walked into the building, but she was late by two weeks. It was the end of the day, and her last class would start in ten minutes. Creative writing was her favorite course. She quietly went into the room past the teacher, Ms. Marvel, who waited a moment to speak while maneuvering…
