by AnnMarie Kalus | Feb 16, 2025 | Original Short Story
The seconds from the clock over the door tick viciously. I despised that clock ever since the secretary put it up some weeks ago, but earlier today I caught myself imagining how I might bring it down and break it into small pieces until it stops making its little...
by AnnMarie Kalus | Feb 16, 2025 | Original Short Story
Submitted for Reedsy Short Story Competition, Contest #266 I had all of it laid out: my Phrygian cap, the Golden Fleece, the epic poetry tablets of Calliope, the sacred laurels of Apollo, fragrant incense, milk, and honey. Desperately, I chanted her name...
