by Nolcha Fox Lady with the Red Scarf at the Countdown Diner Did I misinterpret our eye contact? Sunday evening, Countdown Diner, you alone drinking wine, me with my back to you and the mirror in front of me, made eye contact several times. Don’t want to be misunderstood. Kicking myself for not saying anything to you. You have a Read More
Tag: regret
Visitation
by Tiffany Belieu Rainfall of tires on asphalt. Subconsciously,a count begins, un-mourned graveson the side of the highway. Guts the consequence of quickness.Creatures who leapwithout looking, spindly leg blown glass fragile, mar the pristinemourning gown of our drive time.Tragedy is an unfolded map in lap en route to an open casket.Lilies, a dozen ghost brides trumpetingmournfully from the backseat. In Read More
Grandma
By Allison Zdunczyk Click play below to hear Allison read ‘Grandma’ aloud. I used to regret mom taking me to visit you. I used to regret going to the movies and you falling asleep during the preview. I used to regret the time away from my friends and weekends “wasted.” And I used to regret you making me eat gefilte Read More
Regret
“No!” Phelaine bellowed, crashing a gray fist down onto the control panel. “The electromagnetic radiation’s fried the jump circuits.” She gestured at the red-flashing screen with her trunk. “We can take off, but we’ll never outrun that thing without jumping!” She trumpeted, a brash, purposeless sound. Then her massive head slumped forward. Above, “that thing” roiled across the monitors. From Read More
Half Birthday
Pardon the interruption, but we would like to take a moment to celebrate. Today Elephants Never celebrates our half birthday. Thank you to everyone who has read our Trunkated Tales and B-Sides. And welcome if you’ve discovered us for the first time. To celebrate six months online, we offer six pachyderm proverbs that illustrate our plans and thoughts for the Read More