Short Stories

By Skye Shae Bonati May 26, 2026 Jesse tipped his hat to the girl on the end of the street. She looked at him for just a fraction of a second longer than the typical glance—one of those looks where neither of you is thinking about the other, neither judging nor appraising—and shifted her weight to the other foot as she rubbed her arm. It was fairly cool for a July evening. She was waiting for her order of cotton candy and a chili dog from the carnival workers, sidestepping as

By Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2013 Humility, that wide-eyed child once stood next to the fountain on Cantos Plaza A yellow tipped man hung his bow there -- drew it across the symphony he played in his heart -- if only he’d known All around him sun’s rays shone through dusty streets, finding every shadow and giving chase The plaza dripped with honey and bread fell from the sky, but the bow drew back and forth. The conductor tapped his s