Tag: short stories

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...

By Sean Dietrich Dear Young Person, I am an imaginary old man. I am every World War II veteran you never knew. I am each faceless...

By Sean Dietrich Easter Sunday. An Episcopal church in Birmingham. Vaulted ceilings. Ornate masonry. A pipe organ. A choir dressed in lacework cottas. Individual stained-glass...

FacebookTwitterEmailShare By Sean Dietrich “Dear Sean, how can we save this country?” the email began. The writer lives in Hartford, Connecticut. His name is Michael. I have...