Happy International Short Story Day
Today is summer solstice, aka the longest day of the year, aka the official start of summer, aka the shortest night of the year.
To celebrate short nights and long summers, here are two (very) short stories from Wigleaf, an award-winning online journal of short fiction.
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At camp everyone was hot but we never touched. The names in the wood were romantic to us. We imagined saying Owen into the night. (How mournful and wonderful) Theo! (the O yelling out to the moon) At camp, and only in love with ourselves! The outdoors! (and ourselves!) Owen!
by Rachel B. Glaser
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Emotions are everywhere and that’s scary. We drive very slowly down long roads. K says I just want to marry you and write books for small hearts. We measure the hearts in measuring cups. Everything in flower water blooms. I love her and that’s the easiest thing to say.
by Gregory Sherl