Short Stories

There was a funeral near my office today. I noticed a long line of people heading toward an equally long line of tombstones, both neatly arranged in some semblance of human order. The procession was […]

My grandfather, that man of few words, also explained why he survived all of those trips to the hospital. I will never forget his words.

Love is like the Sun. It is always shining. Want proof? The fact that you can see the clouds on an overcast day proves that the Sun is shining even if you can’t see it. […]

Maybe his voice will become the one heard, and not the one silenced.

He just wanted to keep going, to tell her everything over and over again, but his strength was fading fast.

There is a moral to this story. You may just have to wait to get to the end to see it. I believe, however, that many of you will feel it even before that end arrives.