Month: November 2017

She burned down her house -on purpose. But that is not where our story begins. It begins in the rolling plains of France, with boundless meadows put to rest under a bed of snowcapped mountains. Wild flowers tickle the scene, sprouting colonies where they please. Although the mountains leave shadowy footprints in the east, the … Continue reading It Might Be a Sign ― Chloe Frantzis

A baby shrieks. Then another, maybe more, it’s hard to tell. The labrador puppy in the crate at the feet of the man next to her whimpers. It’s a sad, hopeless sound. People lie on the floor around her, trying to get some sleep. They are all homeless and this is the street. Continue reading Waiting – Sophie Goodman

I gaze up at the stucco ceiling, which is barely illuminated by the ever-changing television in front of me. My eyes have become heavy like sandbags, and for a minute, I close them. I let my mind turn to the whirring of the gas-heater in my cousin’s basement, and stare into the milky darkness of my eyelids. Continue reading White Noise – Isabel Flessas

He could still remember the day clearly. He had toppled out of his tree, the one that stood in the park alongside the babbling brook. He had been perched in its branches, hoping for a cool breeze to break the wash of late summer heat. She called to him, startling him. He slipped out of the tree, landing with an ungraceful thump next to her. Continue reading His Tree – Elizabeth Jin