Tag Archives: Short Stories
Very-Short Story: The Flight of No Return …
. Enter the other world of the airport: sparse, cold, crowded, detached. Through security, I walk up one side of a corridor and down the other, wheeling the carryon case beside me, into the bookstore, into the women’s rest room, … Continue reading →
The Shoe Bird . . . a nearly-true short story.
. The Spring air is light, fresh and cool in my home today, windows thrown open with abandon (meaning: I no longer need to care that I might let in too much of waning winter coolness), and sunlight presses greedily … Continue reading →
The Man on the Train (a Valentine’s Day story)
. I sit perched on the edge of the aisle seat yet sitting up as straight as I can with my shoulders back and pulling my tummy in, as close as I can get to working out on this long … Continue reading →
Short Story Lines.
. “Tell me a story from your life,” said she. “I can’t,” said he, “because I didn’t Live until I met You.” .
From the Perimeter . . . 
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