That night we drink until we forget the cold.“I can’t feel my feet anymore,” we say while passing the water bottle full of cold, clear gin between our mittens.“I can’t feel my nose anymore.”“I can’t feel my face anymore.”“I can’t feel anything anymore.”From her front stoop the neighborhood is a …Read More »
My husbandâs making me nuts. Content continues after advertisement Donât get me wrong. Iâm making him nuts, too. But since Iâm the one writing this essay, I get to do the talking. And I say I want him to disappear. Not forever, just for a week or so. Ten days, …Read More »
My heart would not have migrated so deeply within me if it had not been for my breast cancer. The experience of having gone through a mastectomy and breast reconstruction shaped me in ways that would change my life forever more. My heart fell into a free fall much like …Read More »
» and this whole time. by Lindsey M. Brummerhop Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
there’s something so focused about the sound of a piano key.structured, but melodic. accurate Content continues after advertisement yet soothing, somehow. “well, what kind of things make you feel better, Alice?” she looks up for a moment, pondering this honestly.“semi colons and the word simultaneously.” aliteration. “Aliteration, Alice?” absolutely. it …Read More »
The man took a slow drag on his cigarette. The ember winked life-red against the warm evening backdrop. He exhaled, thinking about what he had just heard, what she had just told him, breathing out in time with his thoughts. The smoke floated up towards the dim porch light. Content …Read More »
I tried to explain, but I couldnât. Content continues after advertisement You looked at me. A train careered through the cerebral station. The words, who until that point had been waiting patiently in line, were too close to the edge. Sucked into the air stream and crushed unceremoniously beneath the …Read More »