Short Stories

Angelfish

Frank withdrew the white scrub brush from the tank. It dropped too much water onto his boot and he felt the cool dampness slide into a crack dampening his sock. He cursed his carelessness knowing that he’d have to endure cold toes for the rest of the shift. But the sloppy white brush was his …

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Flowers for Tella

Dekel let out the chirds. The sun had barely risen over the horizon, but then again, it never did. Faintly, Dekel could remember what a full summer sun felt like. He remembered it felt warm on his face. As he watched the chirds pick at the ground around the nightbox, he realized he also missed …

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