Tag: short stories

By Sean Dietrich We were newlyweds, living in a grungy apartment. Each morning, I would wake before her. I would pass my morning hours writing poetry...

By Sean Dietrich The misperception about New Year’s is that it’s supposed to be a happy occasion. Sort of like Christmas. Or a birthday party. But...

By Sean Dietrich The Third Day of Christmas. My three French hens must have gotten lost in the mail. The weather was a stolid 34...

By Sean Dietrich “It’s all gone.” That’s what the lady on the news said. She was an older woman, being interviewed by a reporter. Giant news...

By Sean Dietrich Sunrise on Lake Martin. I’m usually the first one awake. I rarely have any company in the mornings. I wake up with...

By Sean Dietrich A television is playing in a Birmingham bar. The talking head is shouting politics. Most folks in this joint are below thirty,...

By Sean Dietrich The boy holds his fish as high as he can. His father hugs him and kisses his hair. They make a fine...

By Sean Dietrich A small town. The kind of American hamlet that causes you to start looking around for the Norman Rockwell signature. Hanging begonias....

By Sean Dietrich The plane landed in Tuscaloosa at 8:37 p.m. Central Time. Coach Kalen DeBoer deboarded. He was met with an entourage of photographers and...

By Sean Dietrich Long ago, my college professor told us to choose a poem to recite in class. Students chose lofty selections from the greats....