Short Stories – Danae Decker

Pity Amongst Strangers: Finding the Uniting Factor

You are walking down the street and you notice the same person, having the same types of outbursts to strangers on the street. You do not know them, but you do.

Short Story: In the Meadow

I ran down the trail. Loose gravel under my hiking boots were making it impossible to run quickly. My sobbing filled the rather peaceful surroundings. I tripped over a tree root. I fell as if an invisible someone shoved me from behind.