Things you left behind when you moved out:
-coffee mugs (2), stained
-CDs (4), no cases
-shoes (1 pair), scuffed
-socks (5), all odd
-spider plant (1), lovingly watered
-cufflink (1), gift from me, remember?
-sweater (1), still smells like you
-heart (1), broken
Please call ASAP to arrange collection.
Hannah Whiteoak is a freelance writer and poet from Sheffield, UK. Read her stories or follow @hannahwhiteoak.
Last Thanksgiving, I baked a pumpkin pie and showed up on the doorstep with a huge knot in my stomach and a little sliver of hope in my heart.
Little did I know, that sliver of hope would be carved up before the turkey even came out of the oven.
Susan Gale Wickes spent many years in the newspaper industry, but is now devoting her time and energy to writing poetry and short stories. She has been published in Haiku Journal, Sleeve, and 50-Word Stories.
“I can’t make the pieces fit,” little Samantha said to her mother as they worked on the puzzle laid out on the table.
At that moment, her father entered the room: eyes tired and shoulders slumped, worn like the pages of an old book.
“I know, honey. Neither can I.”
Eldar Levin can currently be found taking residence in California.
He smiles, writing his phone number on a rumpled piece of paper. “Call me if anything breaks.”
She walks with it in her pocket, his crisp penmanship something like a promise.
It’s in the middle of a Sunday afternoon, under a bright sky, that she calls to say, “I’m broken.”
Kathryn Trattner writes from the middle of the United States supported by three cats, two kids, and one husband. Her fiction can be found in various literary magazines. Find her at www.kathryntrattner.com