Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster

Part Two I was aware of a presence as I awoke.  A comforting atmosphere that reminded me of my mother. The smell of soap and water.  Freshly laundered cotton.  I was far too comfortable to be in my bunk at the dorm.  I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting the illusion to disappear.  My eyes … More Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster

No One Spoke

Originally posted on Storyshucker:
Friends and I enjoyed sun, sand, and surf with other beachgoers on a recent Saturday. Sitting slathered in sticky sunscreen beneath our umbrellas, we pointlessly brushed sand from our legs as we discussed evening plans. The seagulls overhead laughed louder than the swimmers splashing in nearby waves while those of us…