Short Stories

I’m not crazy in love with short sto­ries. I read nov­els, and nat­u­rally I’d rather write nov­els. Occasionlly I will write a shorter piece of fic­tion, they always just seem so unfinished.

Understanding

Heidi leaned for­ward at the waist to inspect the dark pur­ple bruise on her left cheek. Underneath her eye was puffy, with a small cut in the cen­ter. Smoothing her makeup on to cover it, she winced at the pain of her own feath­ery touch.

Jealousy

Elizabeth sat at her desk, typ­ing a report on the mar­ket­ing strate­gies in New England, when a head popped up over the cubi­cal wall to stare at her. The head belonged to a red­head named Pauline. She was young and bright, but was also the office gossip.