Short Fiction

Short Fiction from issues of Apex Magazine

I Remember the Future

by on Dec 28, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

4,200 words I remember the future. The future was glorious once. It was filled with sleek silver spaceships, lunar colonies, and galactic empires. The horizon seemed within reach; we could almost grasp the stars if we would but try. I helped to create that future once. We created it out...

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Red Christmas

by on Dec 19, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

5,700 words In another time and place, Shomer still has Fanya and the children. He watches his wife as she lights the Hannukah candles on the windowsill. A hush has settled over the ghetto, and the children, Avrom and Bina, watch the weak, flickering lights of the candle stubs. Shomer...

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The Love It Bears Fair Maidens

by on Dec 12, 2016 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

2,200 words Warning: This story contains content that some readers might find disturbing. ~ The hunt begins as it always does: with quarry, bait, and hunter. § Let’s see if we’ve got this right. A young maiden settles herself in a sun-kissed glade. Sixteen, eighteen, never much older...

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Uncontainable

by on Dec 6, 2016 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

4500 Words They gave her a name when she was born, but it broke, along with all her other things. Into the dark hearth she smashed the toy wagon I gave her. Its splinters found their way into her feet when she crouched in the ancient soot. I learnt not to give her presents. I gave her a...

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After We Walked Away

by on Nov 21, 2016 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

3,700 words The regret sets in when they hit Iowa. “We shouldn’t have left,” she says. Knees drawn up to her chin, lower lip trembling. “It was a mistake.” He can’t disagree. He pulls the rental car into a gas station, the front bumper only barely scraping the back of an idling truck....

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Shadow

by on Nov 16, 2016 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

  I met a man with no shadow today. He crossed into the village limits near dusk, furtive in movements but resolute in expression. He wanted to find the Mamman. He did not understand my description of the route, partly because he spoke gutter Yoruba learnt from leather traders and...

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