Where was she? Did she take a wrong turn? What mountain road was this? No cell service here.
She grabbed “emergency” boots, coat, hat, and gloves from the truck, then pushed the door open and jumped.
She fell backwards into the snow like an angel and remembered her childhood sky.
Deanna is an enthusiastic reader who has no aspirations, ambitions, or talent to be a writer. She has spent years with her nose in books, taking the words from them. She likes to think that writing 50-word stories is a way of giving them back, 50 at a time.
“Look! It’s a firefly,” she said, as a smile crept across her face. “Let’s try to catch it.”
He laughed, “It’s just a firefly.”
“No, it’s not. It’s summer and we should catch it before it gets away,” she said.
“You can’t catch summer,” he laughed again.
“I can try.”
Shannon Flynn is a freelance writer living and writing the dream in Columbus, Ohio.
They destroyed the house I grew up in just to build another gas station. Now there’s asphalt where I used to play in the yard; racks of candy where I used to read comics; a row of Coke machines where he used to hit her.
I like the new look.
Michael is a part-time lawyer and a full-time dad.
I am a thief and a liar.
Forty years ago, when I was eight, I stole my cousin’s glow-in-the-dark super ball from his house on Thanksgiving morning. I told mom I found it in the park.
The ball was lost soon after, but not the shame. That I still have.
Kenneth Drexler is a short story writer located in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. His most recent story will appear in the July/August issue of Bethesda Magazine.