Short Story Library

“That’s it! He has to go!” Sister Flahoulla’s voice rang down the corridor, bounced off the rafters and disappeared somewhere beyond the pigeons’ nests.
Mrs Peatherington, the matron, shot out of her office. “What-ever is the matter, Sister Flahoulla?”
“It’s….it’s….that….that….”
“Calm down, my dear, calm down,” the matron ordered as Sister Flahoulla heaved her large body around the [...]

It is the week before Christmas. I sit cross-legged on the floor, stuffing fiber-fill into the pelt of the hobbyhorse I am making for my littlest grandson, Alexander. I have made equine play companions for all the grandkids, brown, gray and dappled ones. This horsy is velveteen black, sleek with startled, heart-shaped eyes. The flowing [...]