#shortstories

Fancy-Free by Rebecca Clingman

She kissed him on the side of his wrist, in the little hollow made by the bone by the thumb. It was her favorite spot to kiss, and until...

I am taking a ride in the night rain with Wesley. He is driving. The drops splatter against the windshield and catch the light of the...

Eight months before he broke up with me, my boyfriend took me to the Mütter Museum, which for those of you who haven’t been, is a museum...

March They talk almost the whole day, because they both wake up early and he goes to bed late so the three-hour time difference doesn't...

They hurled themselves at one another with a forceful abandon that you might reserve in your mind for a particular kind of cathartic...

Adhering to the destiny of her name, Stella felt content flying through the sky. She read a Murakami novel, turning bleached thin pages...

Winnie saw the Grand Canyon in real life for the first time when she was 9, the summer after 3rd grade. Her mother had been a ranger...

Kids always want to sit at the front of the first subway car, which has the big plate-glass window, so that they can watch the big dark...

Los Angeles grew so much of its cement during wartime, growing aerospace on the land. During lunchtime, when a helicopter flies overhead,...

My older sister likes to drink from the opposite end of her cup, like she's never without the hiccups. This is mostly true; every night,...