Tag: short short story

  • Moved Away

    “He moved away and now he’s back,” I whispered into my phone.  I propped the blinds open again and watched Mark unloading the back of his truck.  Six months ago he had moved to California for some unknown job.  Or at least he wouldn’t tell me about this mysterious job he had to immediately leave for.  All he told me was something…

  • Crystals

    “She was terrified of tornadoes.  That was the only thing my mother was afraid of.”  I sat on the couch and stared at my feet.  I couldn’t believe I was even having this conversation.  Especially with the sheriff.  Everyone knew my mother was afraid of tornadoes.  She was scared of the possibility of losing her family and friends.  She was afraid to lose everything…

  • On a Mission

    “She may be crazy, but she has a mission and she knows what she wants,” I said as  Jessica walked away.  “Yes, but to what extent?  Who is she willing to hurt to get there?”  Cindy crossed her arms and tried to turn away.  But her eyes were glued on Jessica, just like mine.  “What will we do?  She will…

  • No Nickname

    “He has no nickname,” I said to my coach.  “He needs no nickname.  His name is Johnson and that’s what he goes by.”  I tried to stay defiant and firm in my stance.  Coach was an intimidating man and was  used to getting his way.  But Johnson was my friend and he deserved my support.  He hadn’t…

  • Curfew

    “She’s always home by curfew,” I said, pacing in front of the front door.  “I don’t know what’s happening tonight.  Do you know who she was going out with?”  “She’s eighteen.  She’s going to miss curfew a few times here and there.  I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” my husband said relaxing back into…

  • Closer to God

    The mountains seemed to get bigger every time I closed my eyes.  The thin mountain air longed to caress my face and lungs.  I delayed in opening my eyes as I knew all I would see would be the flat dusty roads of my hometown.   My days were spent listening to coworkers drone on about meaningless issues…

  • Backroads

    “Just take all the backroads.  Those are the best roads to take at night.” I listened to Tyler from the back seat and tried to go back to sleep.  I didn’t want to be involved with what they were doing, but didn’t know how to crawl out of the hole I was already in.  Tyler and Dylan both knew I was terrible at…

  • Good For

    “That’s all he’s good for, really.”  I tossed the picture of Eric off to the side and started sorting the next stack.  I was ready to move on.  “So are you really going to push him aside just like that?  After all you two have been through?”  Samantha started stacking the books in piles that didn’t make any sense,…

  • The Swing

    “I did all my homework at that swing,” I said pointing at the old tire swing hanging in the open field.  “And wrote all my stories for the paper there.”  The tire swing looked as if no one had used it in years.  When I still lived at home, I had tried to oil the tire a few times…

  • Discreet

    “Please be discreet,” I though as the principal walked into the classroom.  We were in the middle of a test that I didn’t know any of the answers to so even though I was trying, my mind kept wandering.  As I watched the principal confer with our history teacher, I knew it had to be about what…