Tag: home

• Pink Bow Untied

  

  Rain would have been more fitting. Clouds. Torrential downpours. Some freak hurricane. Not this nurturing warmth that was carried in the breeze along with the songs of springtime robins. The boys were out with their father picking up new fishing poles and getting something for lunch. Patrick felt it best that Isabella, his wife, the…

  Dan Metzger

  July 14, 2017

  Fiction, Scene, Short Story

  alcohol, baby, children, creative writing, darkness, family, father, friendship, home, house, loss, love, miscarriage, mother, motherhood, pain, relationships, sadness, scene, separation, soup, spring, tears

• Running Home

  Emma was in Boston the last time she’d ventured out for a jog. It had rained that morning and the puddles lay like landmines along her sidewalk-to-pond-and-back circuit. The mud splashed up to her ankles and had caked thickly on the laces of her running shoes. Now, in the living room of her parents’ Pennsylvanian…

  Dan Metzger

  August 25, 2015

  Fiction, Short Story

  application, art, books, Boston, Christmas tree, Christmas tree farm, city, college, creative writing, Donna Haraway, exercise, family, farm, farmer, Fiction, home, homecoming, literary theory, literature, narrative, narratology, Pennsylvania, reliance, run, Runner’s World, running, running shoes, self-acceptance, self-discovery, self-reflection, small town, smartphone, teaching, technology, town, tradtiion

• Yelling Tinder

  Courtney hadn’t seen her mother in almost a year and a half. It’s the sacrifice you make when you move from one coast to the next to pursue a job, or in her case, a relationship. That whole thing had blown up in her face. two years after the big move from upstate New York…

  Dan Metzger

  August 22, 2015

  Fiction, Short Story

  breakfast, brother, california, date, dating, daughter, family, home, mom, mother, New York, relationships, romance, social media, Tinder, visit

• Doe Re Meandering

  It’s still not clear to me exactly what I was doing driving around that night and when it comes down to hard facts, I could care less. I spent a number of purposeless hours behind the wheel during those months. Maybe it was the result of a living in a small town past my prime…

  Dan Metzger

  January 6, 2014

  Fiction, Short Story

  childhood, country, deer, driving, family, Fiction, fog, home, parents, self-discovery