Mrs. Bennett is the kind of person who gets away with breaking rules. I can’t tell if that’s a good thing for my daughter to see or not…
The change in you is sudden and thorough. You wake in the morning feeling intervened upon. Inhabited…
by Laura Mullen
I know it’s her before she looks up, before I turn away, hoping she hasn’t seen me…
by Eric Roe
Her first day, following her first boss down the stairs and into that long brick hallway, Gayle’s fellow new hires were terrified. To Gayle, it felt like a homecoming…
…Did you ever cheat on Daddy? Did you ever think about it?’
by Lucy Caird
“Two tickets, please.” The man places a ten-pound note on the counter. His clothes are a little shabby and he looks like he could use a shave, but he’s doing better than most if he’s able to afford an outing like this…
by Racheal Fest
“Says who?” I laughed, pushing the platter back. “Instagram?” We both knew her therapist was a stream of poorly curated self-help content.
…she doesn’t tell anyone, doesn’t tell Peter even, that the loss she is most concerned with is not this wisp of a child…
by Sean Cho A.
She missed the awkward silences. The nervous chuckles. The way Terri from finance used to mispronounce synergy…
There was a time her body had a name that meant something. Before it was Ma, before it was Miss, before it was Widow, it was just Nasreen…
Grief has rules. She has learned them.
BONUS STORY from the annals of history!
In addition to the fabulous stories and plays from our contributing authors, every issue of The Lemonwood Quarterly offers readers one lesser-known piece plucked from years gone by, very much worth revisiting with contemporary eyes. We are pleased to bring you:
(a one-act play from 1916)
—then I says, ‘Why, what did he die of?’
‘He died of a rope round his neck,’ says she, and just went on pleatin’ at her apron…