Out of the car before it’s parked, she walks well ahead of him into the emergency and trauma center. They are shown to their boy’s cubicle. She strokes her son’s hand, says mother is here.
Watching from a distance, he recalls another night, sixteen years earlier: mother and newborn, alone.
Deborah Davis writes short fiction and poetry in frigid Michigan, waiting patiently for gardening season.
What ever happened
To that little boy blue?
He grew up under the sun,
He could fly a kite high,
Skin his knees,
Feel the green grass.
A cool breeze,
Under the trees,
Under the stars.
Yes you, that’s the one.
What’s become of you
Little boy blue?
Patrick loves to climb trees and fly kites.
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.
I am four years old, returning home from grocery shopping with my father, when I realize I’ve left my imaginary friend, Betty, back at the store.
My dad, so patient and kind, drives me back there, where we greet Betty on the sidewalk and he offers her a ride home.
M. Elaine Moore is a North Carolina-based fiction writer and poet. She has completed one novel and is at work on another. She has had several poems published both in online journals and in print.