Tag Archives: Short Stories

The only thing you’re allowed to talk about is the weather

Posted on January 13, 2020 by shesneon

A middle-aged man stepped into the elevator with me. He was holding a half-gallon of milk with his left fingers. Weirdo. His other arm barely held onto a stack of very loose papers. His suit was baggy and his shoes … Continue reading →

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Arrival

Posted on October 22, 2019 by shesneon

Eddie staggered down one flight of stairs to the maintenance storage room. His aged legs and joints carried him as fast as his gait would allow. One of his knees locked in position and he shuffled down the hallway. He’d come from the 3rd floor, … Continue reading →

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