This is a rewrite of a short story I wrote thirty years ago. If I got to have three wishes, I wouldn’t wish for rubies, diamonds, or lots of money. My first wish to have a photo taken with right fielder Darryl Strawberry of the New York Mets. What about the remaining wishes? Let me […]
Christy’s Short Stories
Rewrite: If I Could Have Three WishesAugust 27th, 2020 by Christy Santo
Nighttime Break in & Sly’s Cat Game in a Girl’s BedroomAugust 20th, 2020 by Christy Santo
I walk down a sidewalk past many stores not far from my home. The air feels cool against me as it blows gently in a breeze. Clearing the stores I come to a reservation I have been to a thousand times. The surroundings all around me are spectacular as I walk through a cleared path […]
The Streaming Movie Proposal: Is it a Go or a Fail?September 18th, 2022 by Christy Santo
“So you want to do a 1980s version of the Nicholas Cage, and John Travolta movie Face Off as a T.V. movie with two military characters from two different shows?” “Yes, I do, I say to my boss at Streaming Channel 123XYZ. “Many shows from my 1980s childhood are coming back in new reiterations or […]
A Tale of Online Dating: (Part 3)August 13th, 2022 by Christy Santo
1234 is not getting my attention lately because of how much effort I am giving to the agency courses I am taking. It intrigues me what goes into forming an insurance agency. It includes figuring out who to hire and the criteria, the instruction manuals for day-to-day operations, putting instructions to paper on how to […]
A Tale of Online Dating (Part 2)July 30th, 2022 by Christy Santo
It would be so much easier not to be on 1234, except I miss my friend, Marshall, of 18 years. We met on a disability website. I saw his picture where he wore a tiger with its jaw wide open. Tigers are my favorite animal, and the look of that one was okay. However, the...
Fan Fiction Part 1 and Part 2: MutatesJuly 16th, 2022 by Christy Santo
An older woman in a cloak, Adalynn, walks a few feet ahead of a floating orb large enough to hold a being that appears hardly human. Yet she knows the naked muscular creature with caucasian skin and very long thick whitish blond hair is her thirteen-year-old grandson, Browen. The solid black eyes with coal-colored flecks […]
A Tale of Online Dating (Part 1)July 10th, 2022 by Christy Santo
I head into the Jenkins Building, where I rent three offices, one for myself, one for my Dad, and one for our assistant Marsha. We run a small insurance agency. It has been twelve days since I was at work. After a trip to see family in Houston, I came back sick with Covid. It...
Bloomington Creative Glass Center: Project TwoApril 16th, 2022 by Christy Santo
Two business expos later and I finally return to project number two at the Bloomington Creative Glass Center. Would I still feel this is ready to put together? Will I go to Abby in tears and tell her she is wrong this project is a mess? The only way to find out is to get […]
Bloomington Creative Glass Center : Project TimeJanuary 23rd, 2022 by Christy Santo
Years ago my grandmother, Mom Mom, took a stained glass class and one of the pieces she made was the above piece. I got it along with a few other stained glass pieces she made after she passed away. The solder that has kept the glass together is becoming loose. I could either find someone...
Between Two Worlds: Scott’s Story Part 17August 2nd, 2021 by Christy Santo
Carla is in the breakroom at St. Joe’s cafeteria chewing a bite of an egg salad sandwich she has in one hand. With her other hand, she writes a report on Mel, Mr. Henderson’s friend. He brought him in just after midnight fearing, the worst. It turns out Mr. Henderson was right. Mel took a […]
Between Two Worlds: Scott’s Story Part 16July 25th, 2021 by Christy Santo
Tyler wakes in his bed, sits up, and stretches his upper body toward the ceiling, clasping his hands together above his head. He then relaxes, pulls off the bed covers, moves his uncast left leg around to the side of the bed to dangle down before taking his cast leg in both hands to lift […]
Between Two Worlds: Scott’s Story Part 15July 23rd, 2021 by Christy Santo
The counselor puts down his pad and pen on his lap. He then leans forward with his elbows on his knees, and his hands come together against his chin for a few seconds getting his thoughts together before he removes them. The counselor then sits up in his chair and speaks to Scott. “You say...