Stories by
Danielle Abramsohn

I had sinned twice more than Joan, but they let me tag along. At the end of the day, I was a Christian.

Danielle Abramsohn writes stories shorter than she is.

George picked at Emma’s frozen corn casserole, as she pushed a mop across his tiled floor, trying not to remind him of his wife.

Danielle Abramsohn writes stories that are shorter than she is.