When my son was small we went on a glorious beach holiday. The weather was perfect, the sands golden and the water a shimmering blue. Everything was just the right temperature. Things were so good we bought a kite on… Continue Reading
After years of battle, years of her mortal enemy escaping capture, vanishing without a trace, she is convinced that today is the day that she, Hunter-Supreme-Vanquisher-of-Enemies, will defeat the scarlet escape artist once and for all. Despite years of reconnaissance,… Continue Reading
Bill died early Saturday morning. He wanted chicken tortilla soup for lunch. His fever was gone and his throat was just a little scratchy. We were advised home quarantine since his COVID symptoms were mild. He tested positive and I… Continue Reading
Having been a server at Izzy’s Diner for nearly twenty years, Betty thought she had seen it all: from baby showers to drunken brawls in the parking lot. But most of her work days were the same. The smell of… Continue Reading
Sand rides up my butt. If I sit still it doesn’t bother me too much; only when the car goes over a bump do I feel itchy. I drag my hands across my wet bathing suit, still sticky from the… Continue Reading
I told the officer that Jovanovic had been a union organizer before the war but nobody ever bothered him, not even once. Why’s that? “Good question,” nodded the officer and jotted down something in his notebook. “And what kind of… Continue Reading
The Adventures of Junie and Chee Junie and Chee were sitting in the grass on the shady side of her house and admiring their ant farm when Junie told him the ants tasted salty. Chee’s immediate reaction was, “You ate… Continue Reading
I’ll tell you of only one. Jeweled, sparkling, found by a shepherd at the edge of a desert. Sand fell through his fingers as he picked it up, and he wiped the jewels clean with his white cotton tunic. Each… Continue Reading
George watches Murial slurp pea soup. Murial’s wheelchair faces him from across the nursing home cafeteria filled with residents eating their lunch. Murial’s gray hair shines, but her brown eyes are vacant, and her thin lips hang open. The soup… Continue Reading
Today marks the beginning of EDF’s seventeenth year of publication. This year has been full of disruptions, and we’re still facing a move to a new web host sometime in the next week or so, but when the site was,… Continue Reading