Sep 2, 2023 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s hand and patted it as if consoling him. “Yes, my son is dead.” She assured him that her feet were planted firmly on real ground. “Mrs. Marotta, I...
Mar 11, 2023 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my first impression of him had been correct. He was a ghost and this was the moment he would carry me away with him. My breath was gone, never to return. But he did not...