Short Stories

Old

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Old

They were old, they had entered those years when noth­ing ever hap­pens except falls, ill­ness, approach­ing dis­abil­ity, and nei­ther of them had planned on that when they mar­ried, when the chil­dren were born, and then the grand­chil­dren. …

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The Day

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Mending (2011) - Sallie Bingham

Best New Ending Wins a Signed Copy of Mending: New and Selected Stories! …

I’m open­ing this up to you, my readers-write your own end­ing to the fol­low­ing short story and sub­mit it via the con­tact form on my web­site. I’ll pick my favorite and the win­ner will also be pub­lished on my web­site. Entries are due on November 18. Good luck! Sallie …

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Girl and Baby in Snow

It was the baby’s first snow. He was six months old that win­ter, a lovely baby, the apple of his young par­ents’ eyes. They would have other chil­dren, with other spouses, but he would always be the first. In the old farm­house that backs the scene, which belonged to his father’s fam­ily, there is a nar­row dark room …

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That Kind of Woman

She was the kind of woman who said now you can have every­thing and then took it back. …

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Snowdrop

Once when I was seven, I saw my mother on her hands and knees in a bed of snow­drops. Not beside it. In it. The snow­drops were in the back­yard of the house we grew up in, on the Upper East Side, in New York. That neigh­bor­hood, just south of the 96th Street divide, was cheap, then, with dilap­i­dated …

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Art

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Frank Croft

At the edge of the grassy ter­race, in the shade of a big umbrella, the painter stands at his easel, tip­ping his brush into lit­tle pools of color. At the table under the umbrella, the writer sighs, open­ing her note­book. All the other peo­ple who are stay­ing in the rented house– Americans, middle-aged, con­nected to the arts …

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