Stories

"Frankie Would be Almost Nine" Published in Bull No. 5 (November 2015)

When I was thirty-three my mother wrote asking me to be the executor of her will. She always was a great letter writer, and refused to...

Now appearing in "Bull"

My short story "Frankie Would Be Almost Nine" is now in print and online at Bull. I will add it here soon...

Smooth

Dave’s wife was a lip balm addict. She stashed it everywhere: the car, her two purses, and in each of her coats. Cindy used all the...

Look At That

A young woman watched a soldier read a paperback. She faced him from across her kitchen table, holding an empty glass in one hand, her...

Walking Her Out of Me

These wheat fields go on and on. “Day twelve,” Jimmy says, breathing harder. “I can do this.” As if to convince himself, he slips his...

It's August and They're Leaving

Charlie Johnson stood over his swimming pool and looked past his friendly-neighbor fence at the colonial house next door. A yellow and...

Divorce and Other Arrangements

Later that day, Zwain raised his glass to propose a toast. He’d already passed through his dining room like a sommelier, filling our...

The Fire

On the day of the fire, my father and I stood in the snowy parking lot of my apartment complex and watched the water from the hoses...

Rod Siino Writes