Category: Snapshots of Fiction
Updated on September 3, 2015
Women Hold the Cards
Carol balanced the thick slice of chocolate cake on a spatula waiting for Phyllis to hold up the plate. “You think she wants ice cream with this?” “Of course,” Phyllis said, clenching her cigarette between her teeth. Blanche …
Updated on September 1, 2015
Peaches
When Matilde woke, the sky hung low over the farmland and the dark green smudge of forest on the far side of the pasture. Pulling on her sweater, she reminded herself to find a suitable substitute for the …
Updated on August 26, 2015
Shape Up
“Tommy Horn, you better shape up or ship out.” A hush descended upon the classroom. Someone coughed. Tommy sat back down in his desk chair and gaped at the textbook in front of him. Algebraic formulations swam on …
Posted on August 26, 2015
Thin
I adore my apartment. I have to be the luckiest woman on the planet, or at least on the Grand Canal. I moved into the renovated palazzo last fall after my friend went back to London and convinced her …
Updated on August 19, 2015
The Telegram
Miss Templeton stood on her tiptoes with her back to the classroom. The lines drawn up the back of her calves with eye pencil tightened below her sturdy woolen skirt. She reached up and waved the eraser back …
Updated on April 25, 2016
The Plot Thickens
Camma pulled some fat from the carcass and dropped it into the soup. She stirred it slowly over the fire, which warmed the small hut in the dense woods. The sunlight struggled through the leaves and into the …
Updated on April 25, 2016
Nick-nak
It hasn’t been the best day, but it certainly hasn’t been the worst. It started with puking out the butterflies in my stomach. Mom called it “freshman jitters.” Dad said something stupid about “freshmanitis.” I have no idea …
Posted on August 11, 2015
In Other News
“In other news: The vaccine war continues…” A busty news anchor, more flash than fact, chirped from the TV in my mother’s room. “Mom, Would you turn that shit off?” She ignored me like she always does. I …
Updated on August 8, 2015
Sunny Skies
Air raid sirens punctured the night air, bringing Adelaide’s brief respite in Saint James Park to a sudden end. So long, to the flowerbeds and to the blossoms on the newly minted trees. Please God, she thought, please …
Posted on August 6, 2015
Finally
“Finally! God, I thought you’d never get here.” Rachel snapped her gum as she greeted me. The snakelike clouds drifted across the full moon, which lit the deserted playground. “Sorry, I couldn’t get out of the house. My …