by erikalee | Dec 30, 2019 | Blog, Short Stories
Staccato vibrations buzzed against her bum. Hot July air wafted lazily through the screen of the sliding doors. Morning light sang through the glass door, bouncing from the dining room table up to Nadezhda’s face. Her back pocket...
by erikalee | Aug 1, 2019 | Short Stories
Part 1: Jenny Gets Her Driving Gloves #Sorrynotsorry. Loving my new driving gloves. Softest leather ever! Got them from Dad last night to congratulate me. Finally got my G2 and heading out on the road. Alone. No Dad yelling at me to slow down, check...
by erikalee | Jul 30, 2019 | Blog, Short Stories
“You said you were going to do these dishes last night?” “I know. I did. But I was too tired.” “So, now they’re going to sit here all day getting crusty. Did you think about that?” “Yeah. But I was so...
by erikalee | Jun 24, 2019 | Blog, Short Stories
I heard the laugh, the laugh of my broken heart: sweet, giddy, princess-like and eminently endearing. I wanted to walk over to her, take her into my arms and breathe in her baby smell, feel the endorphins calming my guilty pain, the black aching mass...
by erikalee | Sep 20, 2018 | Short Stories
“I got you an iced cappuccino,” Karla said, smiling with her mouth only, eyebrows immobile. “It’s the first thing I wanted when I came out,” she said, with little emotion. “Thank you,” replied Myra in a low, slow, Manchester husk having entered the coffee shop just as...
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