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 | Jul 26, 2016 | Short Stories
The therapist, Dr. Blankenship, continued to stare down at the writing pad in his lap when she told him she had grown weary, and not only weary but bored with life. “Yes, that’s it, I’m bored,” Elise said. “And you think that by ending your life you will end your...
