Tag: short story
the chair
She stared at the open drawer, her mind crashing to a standstill. Just moments before, she’d closed the drawer. Should she back out of the room? Shove the drawer close again? Stupidly, she wondered if the drawer was angled in such a way that it kept falling open. That was a rational reason; she’d hold onto it. It had to…
jumbee
An unusual fatigue had gripped her for most of the day. An early night was all she could think of. She hadn’t slept well the night before so when the others had invited her out, she’d declined. The only thing left to do was brush her teeth and sink into bed. An inky darkness drifted in through…
train ride home
Dear Visitor, I hope you’re well! I’d like to share two things with you that I spent the last few days working on – on and off. Using fifteen of my own photos, I created a collage. Then I challenged myself to write a tiny story about the final piece. Both the collage and the…