Mythology of Childhood: Short Story

I. The Barbie dolls are asleep. We switch off the lights in the playroom, shut the antique doors and hurry down the stairs, for dinner. We never look back. Mama and Papa are having an argument. Papa storms off to have dinner alone, with the telly. Mama doesn’t want to eat, so we share the…

Presents: Short Story

Snowflakes dance in the mist outside the window sill. Inside, a girl is gift-wrapping a box, writing a name on the tag with calligraphic elegance. The name is hers. She’s about to smile when something in her shifts, breaking her world. She tears the gift paper into shreds, revealing an ugly box. *~ There’s a…