Every Monday I link to very short fiction I like that I hope you’ll like too:
“When we reach the street, the houses are dark, except for one—the grey one with the white trim, chain link fence, black oak tree.” — At Waccamaw, “A House Made of Stars” by Tawnysha Greene.
“On the street the air is fifty knives of cold. This is not Alaska. Why did we move here?” — At Fiction Southeast, “Winter” by Aimee Bender....more