short-story
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Atlantic Notes
November 4, 1944 Dear Jonah, My paper supply at the moment is limited, so I must be brief. I miss you more than this tiny piece of paper will allow me to express. I hope that you are not the only one who believes me. I find it hard to believe that the two quietest Continue reading
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An Epic for a Flame
The Little Match Girl retold The girl’s worn, makeshift shawl nearly blew off her shoulders when the trolley screeched past. It had been wrapped around a puppy in a box, already quite used. Another girl had taken the puppy. This girl took the blanket. Now it held something even more valuable. Matches. In the corner, Continue reading
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The Folder
Someone cleared their throat behind him, and he dropped his shears in surprise. Paul had been pruning the dahlia pinnata, and since his house was so far from any town—the nearest was at least thirty minutes away—he never thought he would hear another human without a scheduled meeting. His secluded abode hardly ever saw any Continue reading
Lilly's Stories 