by TNSF | Oct 7, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 23
The dream the man was having gave him the warm-fuzzies, the type of comfort that can only come from the things you love: a warm blanket, a favorite shirt or jeans, the feel of your child’s face between your hands. They were symbols of what was right in your world,...
by TNSF | Jan 15, 2020 | Stories, Vol. 3, Issue 4
The voice on the end of the phone tells me to run a bath. His words dissolving in the stagnant air I inhaled. exhaled. inhaled. Fed up of that tiny process. Exhausting. Exhausted. I should just tell him I don’t have a bath. Maybe that’s the secret code. The five words...
