I sit in the passenger seat, my hands clasped together tightly, afraid that she will bring it up.
Unhappiness. Divorce. My father.
My heart races, my stomach unsettled, as she takes a steadying breath to open her mouth, while I scream in my head: Mother, please don’t.
Erica is working on her first urban fantasy novel. While she loves writing, she isn’t so sure about this whole “editing” thing. When she isn’t working on her book, she can be found planning her next trip, drinking wine (red, of course), or cuddling up with her ridiculously adorable puppy, Teddy. See more at squarerootroundworld.com
“I wish your father all the best with his new wife and baby,” said Harriet. “He’s a decent man and he deserves happiness.”
And there’s my plug for divorced mother of the year, she thought.
Turning, she pulled a long knife from the wooden block and began to sharpen it.
Susan Wackerbarth teaches creative writing at the University of Hawaii Hilo. At home, she shares space with goats, chickens and the occasional mongoose.
The waitress squared her shoulders and marched over. “Whatchuwant?” she asked.
He didn’t look up. Thick fingers anguished his thinning hair. “Just pie,” he said, head hung.
Deafjerk didn’t even notice me, she thought, and spit—just a little—on her ex-husband’s slice before the dollop of cream.
Rachel Burns is a current student whose latest writing project is a chapbook collection of flash fiction and poetry.
“Autumn’s a beautiful season,” Angela said, admiring the warm colors.
“It reminds me of death,” Jonathan wheezed.
“Not surprising. Everything makes you think of death.”
“That’s because I’m dying. How can you be so callous?”
Not callous. Just pragmatic, Angela thought, stroking the divorce papers, now moot, in her pocket.
Michael Seese has published three books, not to mention a lot of short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. He currently is shilling his latest work, a long short story / short novella titled Rebecca’s Fall From… Other than that, he spends his spare time rasslin’ with three young’uns. Visit MichaelSeese.com or follow @MSeeseTweets to laugh with him or at him.
We’d lived apart for months, the divorce becoming final only a week ago. A new start in a new place, but it seemed like a hollow shell until I slipped the golden link from my finger, and with it the chains of the past.
This house was now my home.
Gary writes at odd occasions when time, energy, and inspiration intersect. He’s a member of the Dragon’s Rocketship, an online group of science-fiction and fantasy writers. His works have been appeared in This Mutant Life: Bad Company, Star*Line, The Story Shack, and The Scribe’s Journal, among others.
“Just one more, baby,” he pleaded. “I love how you look with your hair down.”
She was uneasy when her husband took revealing photographs of her vulnerability.
Still, deeply in love, she let him pose her body and snap away.
When their marriage disintegrated, he possessed the picture-perfect revenge tool.
Jocelyn Moore is a female western writer, living in a small, rural community, Pinedale, Wyoming (population 2,000). Though she mostly writes grants for non-profit organizations, she also writes short stories and poetry on nature, interactions between people, animals, and unrequited love. Jocelyn is the webmaster for the Writing Women of Zurich website.
I believe in vampires. I never used to but then, one day, I filed for divorce. I saw my wife turn into a blood-sucking member of the undead, right before my eyes.
We have been divorced many years, yet she still phones me to ask for money.
Oh yes, vampires.
Barry O’Farrell had a 950-word sci-fi story published in the December issue of Cyclamens & Swords.
Wedding ring for sale! Made of real silver, beautiful inside engraving. Will sell for a starting price of $250.
Hardly worth that, the customers had said all day with a small, disapproving smile. It’s already been used.
What was I to do? He told me to get rid of it.
Anna is a high school student in Louisiana who enjoys dance, acting, and spending time with friends.
“I was twelve when I stopped believing,” Aaron said. “I was an only child; I always got what I asked for. Santa seemed like a reasonable explanation.”
Jean said, “I was four.”
“That’s pretty young.”
“I asked him for a normal family. Dad left the next day.”
“Oh,” said Aaron.
JC Brotsky is a history student who can usually be found reading comics, drinking iced tea, and procrastinating on writing her novel.
Furious at our fathers for divorcing our mothers, we made a pact to never marry.
I received her note inviting me to her wedding. The lack of details convinced me she felt guilty.
I was wrong, though. The guilt came not from breaking our vow but from marrying my father.
Carol Ayer’s short fiction has been published by Woman’s World, True Story, Golden Visions Magazine, and The Long and the Short of It.