The Plagued Parent

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Category: Six Sentence Story

Open Hands of Sharing

A Samaritan confronts a man beaten and bloodied by the side of the road, an opposing candidate’s sign splintered on the ground — one enemy reaches for the other when he could, when every fiber of his being demands he should, turn his back and walk the hell away. “Why should I help,” he asks himself, “Why should I bother […]

Golden Repairs

Habit demands discarding the broken vase, or bowl or coffee mug; toss its ceramic fragments deep into the plastic trash bags that line the kitchens and the workshops of our lives. Rare occasions exist, the time and place are just so, when we stand in stillness holding the crushed pieces of fragile ceramic glass in raw and bloody palms […]

Hammer Time

Maggie hated shopping with her four kids but she especially hated going down three specific aisles: snacks, cookies and cereal. Inevitably, fights broke out over who picked what last time and who always gets his or her way and that the criteria for choosing stuff should be: age, or height, or the ability to actually read […]

Chops

Mrs. Mianelli’s middle son just hauled away the white five gallon bucket containing the innards and head of the calf my grandfather was butchering; the man exchanged some words in Italian with my grandfather but the only ones I recognized were “Grazie” and “Prego”. After pushing the heavy steel delivery door with his hip my […]

Epic

He hunkered down behind the shrubs and tried to conceal himself from enemy troops as best he could among the dead leaves and undergrowth; despite his shady position he was drenched in sweat thanks to the summer heat. A soft low voice spoke, “Where’d he go?” Others mumbled with uncertainty, confusion, and another said and his […]

Legend has it…

A legend exists but the origins of its antique lore remain unclear to me — probably ancient India or somewhere in the Near East —  most likely the stories genesis lay buried deep below layers of ancient Sanskrit which few of us knows and fewer recall from their previous lives. It goes like this: eternal beings responsible for the […]

Our Only Option is to Hide

The scenarios played through his head like grey-toned filmstrip stills, most often before dawn when sleep eluded him and the night drained from the sky he’d think about it at length, wondering how he might address her should they ever meet on the street. Once upon a time she lit his life, shining, guiding him brightly through the darkness inhabiting […]

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