creative fiction – Page 3 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Her Unwitting Accomplices

April 30, 2018September 14, 2018 Paula R. Hilton

As the automatic doors swished open, my mother began her search. The grocery store’s bakery was on our immediate right. Mom zeroed in on her target, pushing her shopping cart toward a plain woman in a peacock blue trench. To keep up, my short legs moved double time. Mom’s high Read more

Rebecca

June 25, 2017October 12, 2018 Alicia Gatto Petersen

The landing at the top of the stairs sounded the loudest lament. Her fingers traced the expansion and contraction lines on the white-washed plaster walls as she took the first steps slowly, navigating the bowed and weakened wood on the stairs. The house and her family were accustomed to her. Read more

The March on Washington

May 3, 2017September 13, 2018 Sally Bellerose

“Call her.” Bo steers their late model Buick into the dirt driveway with one hand and flicks her Camel out the window with the other hand. “Regina worshiped President Kennedy. She won’t refuse a call today. Someone dies, you want a phone call.” It’s Bo’s week to chauffeur herself and Read more

TRAFFIC

April 14, 2017October 11, 2018 Liz McAdams

I was dumber than shit when Big C started talking to me. Don’t know what I was thinking, guess I kinda liked the attention from the new guy at school. He’d just arrived that term and was busy hanging out with the guys hanging out at the basketball court, they’d Read more

Grace

February 9, 2017September 12, 2018 Jeni De La O

I knew for weeks before he finally told her. His teeth gave him away. I’d never seen them before, then one day there they were. Every time he walked through the door. It reminded my mother of the man she’d met as a teenager, a man in love. When he Read more

Special, Baby

December 9, 2016September 14, 2018 Bobby Wilson

I liked his calloused hands running over the smooth skin on my back, us standing there, me in my thong that he bought for me and a pair of flats, he shirtless in his boxer briefs. He loved flats, loved to see my feet in them, to marvel at them. Read more

Unborn

December 7, 2016September 14, 2018 Kate Murdoch

Maja’s hair was a black curtain. Like a child, she imagined it protected her as she sat on the train, her hand cupped over her stomach. For the first few months, she had spent most of her time prone on her bed, the pillow damp. She prayed to the Virgin, Read more

The Titanic Was Huge

November 25, 2016September 14, 2018 L. Shapley Bassen

Thanksgiving was in the past, and the New Year, as ever, in the future. It was winter in New York, a season for parties. Accompanied by his fourth wife, Carl Fish attended only the finest, which he defined by his attendance. Often, these affairs were fundraisers although this one was Read more