Short Stories

Whispers

As a child I would sit still and quiet. In a room of adults I could disappear. They would talk around me and forget. Preferably there would be a chair that would stop them from seeing me. They'd forget and I would hear. The whispers and secrets I collected. I never used them I just… Continue reading Whispers

Short Stories

First Life

The sign read: closed for a year. Nettie sighed and turned to her companion. โ€œIโ€™m not sure about this.โ€ The big brown eyes looked at her with compassion. Of course compassion was really the only expression Ellie had, but for a moment Nettie was grateful. โ€œIf I go you will have to go into storage.โ€… Continue reading First Life