The Voluntourist
Short Story ‘I don’t think you’re hearing me.’ Cheryl slumped further into the chair and examined her nail beds. Jenna inhaled deeply through her nose before continuing. ‘Cheryl, I can assure you that...
Author: Lee Anne Hill
Hugs From Jesus
Short Story The legs of my chair scraped against the floor and seemed to protest on my behalf. I pulled viciously at my tartan skirt and contorted my spine to escape from behind...
Very Bad Thoughts
Short Story Lisbeth heard the train barreling through the tunnel, the breeze from the power of it blowing her fringe to the side. She teetered at the edge of the platform, just past...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part Two
Short Story To those girls I must have looked like a bargain-basement version of themselves. Nevertheless, someone apparently wanted a dance from this heavily discounted pseudo-stripper and I had decided, against my better judgement,...
Lolita’s Lap Dance – Part One
Short Story ‘Lolita,’ I barely heard Pam calling over the throbbing bass that vibrated relentlessly through the ancient speaker system. ‘Lap dance!’ She pointed one hot pink talon at me and then beckoned me...
Rachel’s First Christmas
Short Story ‘Oh my God! I think he’s dead!’ Someone screeched from the crowd. ‘Call an ambulance!’ Rachel was on the ground, pinned under the man like doll; her limbs were outstretched and...
Time for Us
Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...
An Imperfect Beginning
Short Story “It’s never how you imagine it.” At least that’s what they always used to say to me. Now they don’t say much of anything at all, they just stare. I can...
Lame-O-Tard – Part One
Serial Fiction When I was twelve-years-old I got accepted into the CAPA middle school program. This stood for Creative and Performing Arts- Americans love an acronym. To get in I had to try...
Tripping With Dad – Part Three
Serial Fiction ‘Did you grab my lyrical shoes from the room, Dad?’ ‘Shit! I forgot. Let’s run up and get them.’ He checked his watch. ‘We have about an hour, plenty of time.’...
Tripping With Dad – Part Two
Short Story I scanned the Pay-Per-View channel for something science fiction, but there was nothing. I didn’t recognize many of the films, so I chose based on actor and genre. I remembered that...
Tripping With Dad – Part One
Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...
