There’s a Hole in Your Shoe, Mr. Stevenson

On a night in 1952 he walked her home in the freezing rain, past the nativity in front of St. Mark’s, sharing his flask of schnapps. Look, my fingers are prunes, she said. He kissed her hands and said, Let’s name our firstborn Adlai. She laughed and said, No. Dwight. They were democrats with an acute sense of irony. They ducked under an awning and he pulled her close, describing their future on her neck, the magnificent new world their children would inhabit.

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Kathy Fish’s stories can be found at Indiana Review, Mississippi Review online, Denver Quarterly, Keyhole Magazine, Everyday Genius, Quick Fiction and elsewhere. A collection of her work is available from Rose Metal Press in a book entitled A Peculiar Feeling of Restlessness: Four Chapbooks of Short Short Fiction by Four Women.