Fall Literary Fiction Short Stories

Miller's boot sheared through the half-frozen mud, sending him crashing toward the bloated corpse in the shallows.

Leo kicked the dead leaves, furious at the dead town, until the sky turned black and broke open.

The frost killed the birch leaves overnight, leaving them looking like burnt paper against the gray sky.

I was staring at a five-hundred-pound gourd when the mobility scooter crashed through the frost-heavy brush.