The F is for Fiction

Fiction short stories because making things up is fun.

New American Gothic

Veronica Winters’ lip curled as she looked over the selection of prints from her and Brandon’s engagement photo session. Each image reminded her of what an unremarkable couple they were. Veronica held a black and white photo that captured the hand-clasped couple from the waist down. She was suddenly reminded of Grant Wood’s American Gothic, a familiar image of an old married farm couple standing side-by-side, resilient and determined.

Tips from the Karma Jar

Birds are chirping—it sounds like a beautiful day, but I hold my eyes shut. What exactly did he look like? A creamy, featureless head under dark chocolate flowing hair materializes in my mind and then dissipates leaving me flooded with warmth, like I’ve just swallowed red wine. I inhale deeply. Cold air fills my lungs. I open my eyes. I’m smiling. Even the dust particles dancing in the buttery white light streaming in through my little apartment window look like they’re living their best lives.