short stories

Uncomfortable Silence

Virginia was beautiful even though she never smiled. She was Spanish and pronounced the g in her name as if she were trying to clear a phlegmy h from her throat. “Verhinya,” she had repeated after I anglicized her name. I tried to say it right but couldn’t, and she didn’t correct me…

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Fly Song

A group of flies were scattered throughout the kitchen, buzzing around, exploring everything. One landed on the fridge. Erratically, he wondered across the cold metal until the sudden whiz of a red swatter cut through the air towards him. He tried to escape…

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Butterfly Wings

Strange. The keys looked strange to her. They’d been in the back of a drawer in the back of the house in the back of her mind—buried. Until two months ago, the keys had always hung on the wall beside Claire’s front door. It was their special place—on a hook beneath the framed butterfly her…

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Holy Matrimony

“Dearly beloved ...,” Father Joseph O’Flaherty began, speaking into the microphone pinned to his collar, his voice booming through the speakers on either side of the altar and bouncing off the thick stone walls and vaulted ceiling of the cathedral. He stood behind a large ivory table, which was bare save a closed bible with red ribbon bookmark dangling out of the bottom.…

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Crop Circles

Almost everyday that summer, when the hay was tallest, we’d run along the edge of the field and disappear into the trees that encircled the farm. Ducking behind a fallen log, we’d lie on our backs, camouflaging ourselves with dirt and leaves before looking up past the tips of the trees swaying in the wind. There we’d lie, stare at the sky, and wait.…

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