Stories by
Daniel Galef

Today was okay. I call up my in-progress file s_note.DOC and edit some, add a reference to Mom, add “very” to the end bit: “so very sorry.”

Daniel Galef writes when he isn’t reading.

It turned into a prince, like it said, but its lungs were still on the metal tray, and it still stank of formaldehyde. I wiped my mouth.

Daniel Galef writes when he isn’t reading.