Everybody in the Wink-Mart was talking about snow, how the snow was poised on the edge of the state, how Nebraska had to close I-80 west of Kearney, how last year a woman in South Dakota froze to death in a blizzard when she tried to make it to the barn to find her husband.
Mrs. Smith by Kinneson Lalor
He told her about the Russian space station. Like four buses crashed at a crossroads, the force of the impact melding them forever.
Lonelihood by Todd Clay Stuart
She had disco in her hips and wants to dance. Tells me her name is Sheila, but wishes it were Flannery. Naturally, I assume she’s a writer.
Some Kind of Shy by Cathy Ulrich
When you tell the man you bring back to your hotel room I’m shy, he says you don’t seem shy as he’s unzipping your dress.
The Great White Shark Spends a Fortune at the Dentist by Noémi Scheiring-Oláh
When I was six, I had a sister. She liked to call herself Red because she despised pink. She said pink tasted like cat piss. I didn’t know how cat piss tasted, so I believed her.
An Octopus with a Narwhal Tusk by Tanya Cliff
Fridays, we rarely see patients. After transcribing therapists’ notes, learning all the details of our clients’ messed-up lives—details that I will later pretend not to know as I offer people coffee, schedule appointments, collect co-pays—I spend a few hours tending to the 1000-piece puzzle in the corner.
Wish Children by Georgiana Nelsen
The wrens can’t decide. They flirt with the pretty purple tin birdhouse we have hung from the back fence.
The Tour by Marina Vaysberg
The ceilings are all over. Floors don’t seem to matter. As if we could walk in the air and band our heads under the arches from room to room.
Santorini, Remember? by Kathleen McGookey
Santorini, I fell in love with your blue, sea blue, Aegean blue stretching for miles to the horizon: azure, lapis, sapphire.
Here, We Talk About the Weather by Louella Lester
Now. Temperature hovering at 0°C (32°F). Top up your windshield washer fluid. Freezing rain. Record number of car accidents reported.
Malignant by Kate Gehan
They were early for the first tour of the cave and waited outside at a picnic table, where her son ate granola bars and her stomach roiled from weak hotel coffee.
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
Little Red Riding Hood by Katerina Kishchynska
Grandma gets her episodes at least once a month. She’ll grow out her jaws and if it happens on a rainy day, claws will tear out of her fingers.
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.
Conversation in Hotel Lounge by Lydia Davis
Two women sit together on the sofa in the hotel lounge, bent over and deep in conversation. I am walking through, on my way to my room.