Tag: short stories

By Sean Dietrich “What is Easter?” the boy asked his grandfather.  The old man and boy sat on the front porch. That’s where people used to...

By Sean Dietrich “I started choking,” said Jennifer Yakubesan. It was a typical evening, some years ago. The family was eating supper before church, somewhere in...

By Sean Dietrich We were newlyweds, living in a grungy apartment. Each morning, I would wake before her. I would pass my morning hours writing poetry...

By Sean Dietrich The Third Day of Christmas. My three French hens must have gotten lost in the mail. The weather was a stolid 34...

By Sean Dietrich The letter came via email. “My dad died last year and I don’t really know what to do with myself anymore. My...

By Sean Dietrich When I was a kid, my mother believed in angels, but I didn’t. I was on the fence about angels. I didn’t...

By Sean Dietrich Sunrise on Lake Martin. I’m usually the first one awake. I rarely have any company in the mornings. I wake up with...

By Sean Dietrich Kansas City International Airport. I was standing in a long, LONG line, waiting to board my plane. We were like cattle, clogging...

By Sean Dietrich A television is playing in a Birmingham bar. The talking head is shouting politics. Most folks in this joint are below thirty,...

By Sean Dietrich I met her for coffee. She was middle-aged. Her hair was purple. On her arm was a tattoo which read “HOPE.” Her story...