Issue 9 55-Word Stories
Beneath the Surface
She watched her muscles twitch, small flickers disturbing the skin surface like ripples on water.
Random, unprovoked, without beauty.
My Father and His Son
Today was the first time that I really saw my father as old.
Never young, never gray, to me he was just “Dad”.
Heard by the Beach on Lake Michigan in December
My father said to my mother “We are moving to Nebraska.”
She answered no, but we moved to Nebraska anyway!