Sebastian went to the circus yearly. His grandfather would take him each birthday.
One year, Sebastian lost himself in the crowd. Instead of crying, he climbed.
The Ringmaster saw a child fearlessly scaling the trapeze pole. Impressed, he asked Sebastian, “Would you like a job?”
“I just want my grandpa…”
Stephen Ruh is a 22-year-old student at the University of Kentucky studying Secondary English Education. He loves the art of storytelling, and is always trying to better himself in that medium. He enjoys comedy, poetry, classics, and more. He can dunk a basketball. He auditioned to be in the new Star Wars movies, and received one call back.
Third day. Sam sat in the cafe twirling his coffee mug. Just quick glances, and neck scratching.
No more pretending to check for messages when she looked up.
Sam rose, pulse racing.
She craned her neck suddenly. She shook her head.
Deflated, Sam resumed his seated position. “Well, never mind.”
Stephen Crowley has written fiction for Flash Fiction Friday, a short fiction magazine, and currently writes short tales for his collections. His fiction writing blog is stephen-crowley.blogspot.co.uk.
It seemed like they were made for each other, the boy and his elephant.
They ate, played, and slept together. They worked, lazed about, and made friends together.
They rode on each other’s backs and washed one another with their trunks.
They were almost indistinguishable, the elephant and his boy.
This story is based on a title suggested by @salmir.
Grampa rolled his rocking chair back and forth, back and forth.
He rubbed the twin barrels of his shotgun with the polishing rag, up and down, up and down.
He spit a wad of chewing tobacco into a jar, stood, and said,
“Missy, don’t you never–ever–kiss no boys.”