Here are links to some very short fiction that made my day better. This week, for some reason, they all have to do with critters. Enjoy!
“I was sixteen when I saw my first, standing stock-still and straight upright, like a statue, in the dark, cool cellar of my boyfriend’s mother’s weekend house.” — At anderbo, “Bad Little Boyfriends” by Lauren Waterman.
“The elephants were buried in sand up to their necks. From a certain distance, all you could see were dozens of trunks, waving like sea grass in the desert air, and enormous floppy ears.” — At Smokelong Quarterly, “Elephants” by James Greer.
“The monster keened and reared up on its little crooked hind legs, scratching at the side of the tub. It watched you with wet dark eyes, set back and away in his face, hard as marbles.” — At Monkeybicycle, “Little Monsters” by Delaney Nolan.
“She had probably been an average dog when she was alive, but dead, she was spectacular.” At Corium Magazine, “Two Sundays Ago Right Before We Met Those Sailors On Our Way To The Pizza Place” by Andrea Kneeland.