Short Story Sunday: Allow for some spillage

The grinding of the dispenser was the only warning Nathaniel needed: long overdue maintenance was about to halt their production, and he wasn’t convinced that he could get it repaired this time.

Short Story Sunday: Latchberry Farm

 

The breeze carried the scent of the forest into Sasha’s bedroom. The curtains billowed against the sash window, seeming to resist the fragrance of greenery after the rain. Sasha’s reverie was interrupted by the weight of Fred, the Golden Retriever, landing on her bed.