My husband is shrinking. He seems to get smaller each day and we both pretend not to notice, for to notice would be to draw attention to the fact that he may grow too small to make love to me, then I will be forced to carry him like a child.
That Black Nothing by Ashton Russell
Mama is always inviting the neighbor over from across the street. He’s young, maybe younger than her, we think. But we don’t really know.
Grandma’s Shrunken Head Decorates My Backyard Tiki Bar by Cheryl Markosky
Grandma was whole once, not a shrivelled brown skull on a stand doubling up as a paper towel holder.
Every Invisible Threat by Melissa Bowers
Five hours ago, we put the car in reverse and rolled gently backward to watch the deer. A doe and two fawns, slender-necked and alert, unfazed when our toddler called, Hi Bambi, hi!
Creation Myth by Em J Parsley
Grace O’Leary of Appalachian air knits a blanket for her wife. The wife, upon its completion, runs her fingers over it, calluses catching on rough wool. “Your grandmother made this,” she says.
A Taste of Salt by Hannah Storm
Leia has loathed seagulls since the last time she went to the beach with her dad.
Box by Natalie Warther
We emptied an old bankers box and put our parents inside. First his, then mine. They shook their fists, but they were no bigger than salt and pepper shakers, so, really, what could they do?
Tell Us Three Things About Yourself, One of Which is a Lie by Sharon Telfer
One: my grandmother was a Russian countess. She smoked gold-tipped cigarettes that jabbed from her mouth like blackened twigs.
A Place So Far Away It Was Already Tomorrow by Edie Meade
Daddy spent the winter planning our move to Australia, a place so far away it was already tomorrow.
Olla’s Daughter by Dara Elerath
I may be your mother, but there’s nothing wrong with me enjoying the company of another woman’s daughter.
Hermit & Bleeding Faucet by Ana María Shua
With the population now well aware of the physical and mental benefits of asceticism (low cholesterol, bradycardia, a delicate sense of happiness, spiritual fulfillment), everyone wants to become a hermit.
Initiation by Stuart Dybek
The doors snap open on Addison, and the kid in dirty hightops and a sleeveless denim jacket that shows off a blue pitchfork tattooed on his bicep jogs forward beneath a backward baseball cap and grabs the purse off a babushka’s lap.
Fun House by Robert Scotellaro
She’d gotten the fun house mirrors at an auction and had them put up in the spare bedroom.
The Girl In Purple by Bobbie Ann Mason
Lady Gaga Considers the Shrimp Scampi by Steve Almond
There were fifty thousand little monsters screaming for an encore, Spaniards, Germans, skinny little French boys, Italians making wet sounds with their tongues.