The sun streamed through the partially closed bedroom blinds creating bars of light. Andrew pulled the covers over his head. “Honey, are you still in bed? It’s almost noon,” Linda, his wife, whispered. She pulled down the blanket enough to… Continue Reading
The familiar smell of gunpowder washes under the cloudy sky and over the field. It twists, quick in this stilled moment, around myself and my daughter Sara. Feathers fall in a shimmering cloud of blue, white, and yellow against the… Continue Reading
Herford sat down at the coffee table across from the pretty young woman, gesturing for a mug of tea from the waiter. Crowds swirled and flowed beyond the iron-gate railing of the little café’s patio. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” said… Continue Reading
In a crowd like this, a woman walking alone with a hawk poised on her heavily gloved hand hardly merits a second look. The fair is swarming with faux royalty who sweat profusely under the Southern California sun in their… Continue Reading
Sara opened the door and gasped. There he was, the man she was in love with, right before her. Jack. Jack, the young soldier who had recently taken up residence at Sara and her father’s home. He was quartered here by the British… Continue Reading
I was supposed to meet my family a couple of hours before the funeral, but I arrived late because of work. Everyone smiled when they saw me and I soon found out why: in my absence they’d decided I would… Continue Reading
Play this podcast now: [audio:http://www.everydayfiction.com/stories/wp-content/uploads/EDF033_old_spark_by_nick_allen.mp3] Podcast EDF033: OLD SPARKY written by Nick Allen read by Bob Eccles “OLD SPARKY” was originally published in EDF on March 11, 2009. Nick Allen is a 47-year-old mental health nurse from Manchester, England. He… Continue Reading
When I finally was able to buy my Warhol, I didn’t know where to put it. I had plenty of wall space. I sold most of my collection to get the painting. Of course it had to be a soft… Continue Reading
Millie died last year. A problem with her heart, they said. Happened in a moment. That’s what they told me. The years of marriage, the horrors we endured together, Jakob’s birth, all of it reduced to a moment. And now… Continue Reading
The most notable thing about Alexei’s black leather jacket was the zip. The interlocking pins were curiously oversized and enamelled in pure white to look like shark’s teeth. He liked to wear his jacket half-open to reveal a garish red… Continue Reading