Crows Feet (page 2) by W.A. Smith

Floating beside the bed, leaning toward him, dreary artificial light around her. Makes her stand out, a vision. If she’s here, then it’s real. ‘Pauli?” he whispers. “Who else would it be?” She’s gentle and sturdy, something...

Crow’s Feet by W.A. Smith

by W.A. Smith Taylor Means does not consider his own little narrative to be anything unique: he’s lived in Atlanta all his life, there’s no secret wealth in his attic, no bodies buried in his basement; he’s a quiet guy, moderate mostly ‘...

A Kind of Memory by W.A. Smith

by W.A. Smith They are sitting at the table: Grace, the quiet, graceful mother; Ellen, the sister from another planet; Emerson, the Daddy Emeritus; and Charley. Supper is roast beef and mashed potatoes with gravy…and lima beans. There is no room in...

Delivery by W.A. Smith

by W.A. Smith Emerson Johnson joined up soon after FDR finished his Day of Infamy declaration to Congress. Emerson was twenty-five, putting the final touches on his internship. He and Grace had not yet celebrated their first anniversary when he left. But Grace said...

The Way Home by W.A.Smith

by W.A.Smith Laura was sitting up, looking down at him. The blue sheet was pulled to her waist, her breasts rising with her breath. “Good morning, Sweet.” He squinted and smiled, reaching up to touch her face, whispering, “Mornin’.”...