Hello There, Little Stranger

It doesn’t feel like “butterflies” or gas bubbles. It’s about as easy to explain as the irrational idea all children have that a blanket will protect you. It feels like you would imagine it to feel: quick and abrupt. Like when you see a fish break the water ever so briefly, then go back under, … Continue reading Hello There, Little Stranger


Empty House

A flash fiction piece published in The Elixir’s 2015-16 edition by guest writer Becca:


The Elixir

Empty House by Rebecca Jarrett   

(1st place prose winner)

The house was empty, but the television in the sitting room was on, the glow from some commercial reflecting on the leather love-seat in the center of the room. The footrest was too far from the love-seat for anyone’s legs to possibly reach it while they were sitting there.

Boxes of baby clothes, diapers, and other such trinkets littered the hallway leading to the master bedroom. The door to the bedroom was wide open, a mark behind the door from the knob cracking into the wall. The bed itself was made up, the only objects on it the remote to the TV and a cracked open copy of 

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