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.