Nanoism

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.

He re-opened the can of beans and when he looked inside, again, there was nothing left.

J.P. Hern lives in South Florida, where you can find him at the beach or at a coffee house drinking Cuban coffee.