Stone Soup Magazine
— I told myself I’d left it all behind, My cup of life filled up with laughter, lace, But I, far from cured, and far from refined. I swore no hand...
— Not even willing to recall yesterday, every mind strains to remember a bland moment, when forced to cope with times now stuck, the morrow would not let it slip away,...
— For most of my childhood, my grandmother's bright red Camry smelled faintly of J. perfume, old leather and sometimes McDonald's fries that we had eaten hours earlier but somehow could...
— There once was a vase with a flower, rosy and plump, like peaches, sweet and soft, slim like a sprout of elegant green, with a graceful figure. She lived in...
— I had no official business near the couch, which is why my head was held high, like an austere national security inspector. I was not a busybody. I bowed to...
— A child locked in a room with a menacing broom confronts grief after his mother's death, while his father and sister struggle to reach him.
— A speaker flees with something precious that transforms from innocent to dangerous, until pursuers take it away, leaving emptiness.
— A boy wakes in a dusty attic, discovers he's been replaced in his family's life, falls through reality, and awakens to find he has become his replacement.