Fiction

“You’re supposed to cut the worms out before you eat the fruit, you know.”

Patrick O’Donnell had been married for eighteen years, and only today did he realize that he loved his wife.

“The beauty I wake up to every day? Why, that belongs everywhere that’ll allow it in.”

Riko stroked his chin, pondering the question he knew was coming. How could he say yes? But more importantly, how could he say no?

Slipping on her damp shoes Saundra sucked in a deep breath. She wanted the quiet peaceful time with the kids cuddled on each side of her, listening with bated breath, their eyes glued to the illustrated page. Sharing their love of a good story, life itself.

Observe, when everyone else is talking. How their hand moves when they are sure…

Pedaling and endlessly ringing the cycle bell. Beating the metal door instead of the…

“I certainly never felt young.” He met Lang’s eyes. “Never.”

Dying was all too easy. It was living that made each day a challenge.

Mrs Barnali Sen did not lament the death for too long. She got busy…