Stories from
December, 2018

She left a day early. From the porch, I watched her taillights fade like so many long gone stars. They say it’s like looking into the past.

David Solomon fells trees.

Tim’s black eye pulsed. He wiped blood from his nostril. He felt ambivalent about standing up for himself. He hoped his Dad would be proud.

Michael Sams is a writer of award-winning, internationally-performed short plays.