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...
by David W. Stoner | Aug 22, 2016 | Short Stories
Elise touched her cheek, squinting into the radiant morning light streaming in through the living room window. She stood, walked to the couch, and reached down to touch the spot where he had been sitting the night before. Was it a dream? No. He had been here. And he...
