Stories from
January, 2019

They took her mother today. Not because of the cancer but because she wasn’t born here.

E. V. Darke writes to live and lives to write.

His smell was already fading from his shirts. Elsewhere the baby was crying, the phone ringing. She would get up off the floor. In a minute.

Elizabeth Jennings (n.): A San Francisco Bay Area writer of fiction, lover of coffee, and mother of cats.

He crushes another page and throws it in the fire. His son watches then considers his drawing a second time.

Munira Sayyid is grateful.