EGG HUNT • by Bethany Bruno
My hands hover above my open eyes. I let out a deep sigh in the hopes that my wife would hurry up so I could get back to the game. I cast a quick glance below at my son, Bobby.… Continue Reading
My hands hover above my open eyes. I let out a deep sigh in the hopes that my wife would hurry up so I could get back to the game. I cast a quick glance below at my son, Bobby.… Continue Reading
Death had buried and forgotten his real name ever since the crucifixion. His students quickly adapted, century after century, to calling him “Mr. Death”. He thought “Dr. Death” sounded too much like a serial killer. On the blackboard in white… Continue Reading
My father sets a cardboard box on the floor of the kitchen, and crouches beside it. With his hand on the lid, he lays down the rules. We will raise the contents — emitting muffled peeps — until they are… Continue Reading
Maternity wards are noisy places by nature and Dr. Barnes had no desire to add to tonight’s cacophony by arguing for a C-section his patient didn’t want. The delivery room, buzzing with a small sisterhood of girlfriends, one dumbstruck husband,… Continue Reading
The big pink bunny wandered through the park, carrying a bright basket full of chocolate Easter eggs. Everywhere the bunny went, a crowd of excited children and camera-wielding parents followed. The bunny would crouch down and let the children choose… Continue Reading
The object sat between the exposed roots of the massive oak tree. It was roughly the size and shape of a large egg and had a bright metallic sheen — every few seconds the metallic sheen would disappear and be… Continue Reading