Category: Short Short

I went to work by myself that day because my mom was busy crying. The work is a killer. The soft flesh is easily bruised, so they must be picked, and packed

I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received for a birthday meant to echo my crystalline eyes

The Photo by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya ‘Where is the photo ? Who took it ? Tell me.’ My sister’s frenzied voice

Raymond stood at the casket for a long time. It was early in the afternoon and the family would not be back to the funeral home to receive visitors until six o’clock

My 70th birthday gift from my daughter was a four-day guided tour of Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe.

He slid my just-fallen flip-flop back on my foot. I thought, “He treats me like a princess.”

“What if she finds the body? Oh, man, we should never have buried it there!”