Bashir looked at the sunlight coming in through the window. The weather was magnificent, but he was forced to wait here, in the shadow of the dining hall of Mimosa Boarding School.It was a peaceful ... [+]
Where I See Myself in 150 Years or Less
Elizabeth Zahn writes from Long Island, NY. Ideas for her stories usually come at 4:30 am. She hikes, practices yoga, and travels. "Where I See Myself in 150 Years or Less" is in Short Circuit #07, Short Édition's quarterly review.
Working toward sainthood this summer solved some of my problems. For one, my daily-Mass-going mother got off my back about getting a job and moving out permanently. Plus, it gave her something to brag about to her friends. I overheard her on the phone, "Did I tell you about Lewis? He's going to be a saint one day." I spent my days healing the planet. Except on rainy or overcast days, when I mostly read and napped. Otherwise, I picked up trash on the beach: plastic bottles and bags, bottle caps, cigarette butts, strips of cellophane, and deflated balloons. My vision is to be canonized Saint Le