Tag: Very Short Stories

The Man I Always Nod To

Posted on December 6, 2018October 29, 2019 by Jen

His disappearance has left me out of kilter, and unbalanced. Facing east, I stop in my tracks, as if waiting for the signal to continue, waiting for the nod. But the man I always nod to is not there…

Imagined words for snow and ice

Posted on December 20, 2017 by Jen

‘Cumulospiration,’ he said, and watched as she stretched out her hand and tried to grasp it. A small sigh as it vanished.

‘Gone,’ she said. And he shared her disappointment.

September

Posted on September 28, 2016September 28, 2016 by Jen

Nine in the evening, and the sun starts to dip below the rooftops, the dust and heat of the day, turning the sky a ruby red. September, though it feels like high summer. There’s the same lazy slowness in the air and it has her reaching for the cool of a water glass which she holds to her temple.