by David W. Stoner | Oct 6, 2024 | Short Stories
The worn, stained suit jacket hung in the closet. Next to it hung a shabby white shirt. Both were sad relics of Mr. Crow’s past. With little desire to replace them, he wore them every Sunday when he walked the three blocks to the small white clapboard church on the...
by David W. Stoner | Apr 7, 2024 | Short Stories
Hemingway leaned back in his chair, rolled his eyes, and then suddenly shot forward. Placing his forearms on the table in front of him, his hands clasped together, he glared at Einstein. “Are you crazy?” Hemingway asked. “You sit there and tell me that everything is...
by David W. Stoner | Jan 4, 2024 | Short Stories
While staring at myself in the wide plate glass window of Jergens Clothier, a man walking by stopped to sneer at me. By the time I became aware of the sneer and turned to confront him, he was walking away. I thought about going after him but for what purpose? Since I...
by David W. Stoner | Nov 26, 2023 | Short Stories
When he came above ground, Grizmo grimaced in the sudden light. Although he’d only been underground a short time, the sunlight was too much for him to bear. And because he’d left before sunrise, he hadn’t thought to bring his sunglasses. Another thing disturbed him,...
by David W. Stoner | Nov 26, 2023 | Short Stories
In the early light streaking through the slabs of the small lean-to, Than Fareheart threw off the heavy canvas and got to his feet. As he stepped outside, he looked up at the small cabin, wondering if Rebecca was up. He walked behind the lean-to to pee, looking across...
