Summer Fantasy Short Stories - Page 3

I wiped the grease from my hands, watching the violet sky bleed the color out of the summer afternoon.

The kid did not die. He just opted out of the physical world, leaving his jeans behind.

Edna discovers the ancient Oaks are bleeding black sap, signaling a desperate need for a forgotten human resonance.

Greg wiped sweat from his eyes, unaware the dirt beneath his boots was filing for corporate personhood.

Eddie Spinner finds a silver coin that bypasses Vancouver surveillance and uncovers a network of illegal community trust.

Sweat pooled in the hollow of Jasee's throat. The phone screen cracked further under a frustrated thumb.