The old man frowns at the encyclopedia and swipes neatly with a pen. A thousand miles away, an obscure mountain top abruptly grows ten feet.

Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) makes emends.

I never had arthritis, but my husband did. It wasn’t mentioned in the will, but I feel like Frank would have wanted me to have it.

Daniel Galef has a Twitter account, @DanielGalef.

The leak in the ceiling remains, which he said he would take care of when he got back. It drips, and forms an invisible stalagmite of hope.

Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) is not responsible for the actions of fictional characters.

Becalmed; sails, limp and lifeless. A hundred and fifty men near starved. But, three weeks later, a miracle: all hundred men have survived.

Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef) is exquisite in red sauce and best paired with a subtle rose.

July is our third author spotlight month and features four stories by Daniel Galef (@DanielGalef).

When she couldn’t walk anymore, I sat on her lap and she stroked my ears. She never hit me. Her son thinks he owns me now. He smells bad.

Pat Tompkins writes from California.

I stood beside his casket and told him goodbye with the same indifference he’d said it back when I was nine.

Steven Fischer is a writer living in Southern Wisconsin.

They ambled down the sidewalk, hands clasped, stars above. A penny launched, dropped silently into the fountain of dreams already come true.

Brooke Anderson (@themodernreal) writes, facilitates, and wishes she had more time to investigate caribou.

Here I sit, in a room with children below their own grade level. They think I am the same. I taught myself how to read. We aren’t the same.

Riley Jackson writes short shorts, sci-fi/fantasy stories, and is working on a fantasy novel.

Mom’s laugh dies down as we talk about her “Dory disease,” and she whispers into the phone, “Please don’t ever let me forget I love God.”

Emily Bowers teaches writing, drinks coffee, and occasionally talks to her cat, Russell Crowe. He’s not great at advice.