Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Nine – Gianna
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:16 PM. Gianna’s room. So that’s what I have to look forward to. … Alright. I’m done. 5:16 PM. End Recording. 5:30 PM. Gianna’s room. [sighs] Yup. Yup, yup,...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story October 14, 2014. 5:16 PM. Gianna’s room. So that’s what I have to look forward to. … Alright. I’m done. 5:16 PM. End Recording. 5:30 PM. Gianna’s room. [sighs] Yup. Yup, yup,...
Short Story The morning had a crisp chill to it that had only just started to give way to the sun that creeped lazily over scattered clouds. Between rolling clover-covered hills a red barn...
Haibun Trevon insists on having his test back. He said he finished his test before he went to the bathroom. Suddenly, he wants to “look over” his answers. “I just wanted to check them.”...
Haibun Mom does not leave the house without looking immaculate. Makeup on, hair brushed and hair sprayed in place, dressed in the most appropriate outfit for the situation. Except today. She lies on a...
Haibun A layer of snow rests on the deck. Just a dusting. The reflection of tile on the storm door blends with that thin layer of snow. Light tries to breach the banks of...
Haibun Mira and Frankie finish making the cupcakes. She raises her voice over his removal of something. Then she shows him the final touches: applying cream. ground dark-chocolate and peppermint. chocolate chips. She pours...
Haibun Something in the way she drives. Her left hand, turned up, turned down, on and off the steering wheel. Her steely eyes, centered on the road. The 40 MPH sprints on the side...
Haibun First Staff Day ’13-’14 A hot and humid auditorium. Teachers from every school seated, talking. Some near an open window, some fanning themselves. Most sweating. Like me. The newest school’s principal, a woman...
Haibun Departure Day: September 1, 2013 We pack the car by 10:15 and arrive at guest services shortly after. Frankie kisses the key cards goodbye. After we settle accounts, and get his free ice...
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
Short Story June 20th, 2015. Ari’s Room. …That’s dumb. “Five minutes. Just talk about your day or something.” “…Alright. it’s there if you need it. I’ll be with Darcy.” Have fun. [pause] End Recording....
May 26th, 2015. Kitchen. [crying, long-lasting] So that’s it. I’m done. I got the number. [pause] Maybe a year. It’s not what the doctor gave me, but it’s what I’m giving myself. People have...