Spring General Fiction Short Stories - Page 3

Neon pollen coats the windows while a single notification ruins everything I thought I knew about our survival.

Fifty-six years old, and I am sifting through municipal garbage to satisfy a community service credit.

Leo stares at a bowl of chili that costs more than his weekly groceries while playing pool in April.

Gary sprays a banned chemical on his lawn to beat his neighbor, leading to a neighborhood-wide toxic disaster.

Dylan fights a blinding mountain fog at three in the morning, nearly losing everything on a sharp, dangerous turn.

Floating four feet above the grass, we tried to fall in love while selling each other imaginary digital coins.