This story may not be fit for all audiences… Melted ice cream, thickened with time. Filling the paper plate. Small dots of color hoping to be seen through the opaque window covering their party theme excitement. My fork easily slides through the cake, after cracking the solid layer of frosting. Half a clump of what … Continue reading Happy Birthday!
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Measuring Mortician
He is very old. Wrinkles like canyons, deep enough to stick my arm up to my elbow. Nose hairs protruding, white like icicles. I’ve seen him from afar many times over. He is always on the left side of the casket, his right ear best for hearing. Every funeral he mumbles to his sons, they … Continue reading Measuring Mortician
Fairy Jars
When he caught me, I didn’t think he’d pull me apart. Though most fairies are never caught by humans. My arms sit in separate jars, so I don’t try any magic. My legs separated too. I’m not sure the point of that. It’s not as if I can change all this with my toes. My … Continue reading Fairy Jars
Mother Medusa
“Are your eyes shut?” Her voice is hoarse, worn away like the shore shaped by waves. The tinkling of crystals scraping the stone floor tells me she is moving into position. “Until I’m done,” I answer, pushing the door. I keep my eyelids pinned tight, no matter how much I want to see. Each step … Continue reading Mother Medusa
Snarky Seance
“To whom it may . . . Uh, concern?” “It’s not a letter to the school board, Lizzy. It’s a fucking Seance!” “Right,” Lizzy corrected herself, shifting her body, sitting cross-legged always bothered her. “Dear dead people?” “For shit's sake, Lizzy,” Krissy slammed her hand on the wood floor, forcing the rest of the girls … Continue reading Snarky Seance
Mirage
Wood cracks and pops. Sparks leap with joy as they dance to my feet. The heat of the flames is enough to burn the edges of my cheeks, but I welcome it. The fire is everything right now. Consuming me. The dancing flames enrapture my curiosity with their waltz. Spirits as orange as the sun, … Continue reading Mirage
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Labor of the Damned
I never went into labor. Wheeled behind the curtain before I was ready. Pokes and prods as my limbs numbed out of existence. A lone teardrop crawled down my nose, impossible to wipe away with my arms tied down. I didn’t want to seem weak, but it was all too much. “Are you okay?” The … Continue reading Labor of the Damned
Jessica Balko 