(22) Missed Calls

John 12/13/2018 22:34:07 – Hey, honey. Do you need me to pick up anything else while I’m at the store?

Lira 12/13/2018 22:37:24 – Milk, tylenol, salt (for the steps). <3

John 12/13/2018 23:02:18 – On my way home. See you in a few.

Lira 12/13/2018 23:03:33 – Okay. Drive safe. (more…)

A Sticky Exchange

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 7am: Stop drinking my blood

Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 9pm: Gross, I would never!

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 10pm: I know it was you

Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 11pm: I don’t even drink blood

Hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 2am: Did you invite another one in? We talked about this!!

Light blue post-it, found on bedroom door, just before dawn: I’m not stupid. Maybe you invited them in.

Slightly singed hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 6:45am: You know I can’t do that (more…)

December Stories at the Confabulator Cafe

This year is drawing to a close, and we’re celebrating our third full year of fiction here at the Confabulator Cafe. Thank you so much for joining us each month, reader. Your support means a great deal.

We already have our prompts for next year, which you can get a sneak peek for by visiting the Fiction Archive page. Make note of those months you’d really like to read so you’re sure to come check us out.

For this month, the last month of the year, we tasked the Confabulators to write letters. Tis the season, after all! The only requirement for this month’s prompt was that the story had to be told in epistolary format (the entirety of the story told in correspondence back and forth). We hope you’ll enjoy this slightly different format (although we have had a brave Confabulator do it once before!).

Here is the schedule for December:

Friday, December 7: “A Sticky Exchange” by Eliza Jaquays
Friday, December 14: “(22) Missed Calls” by Kita Haliwell
Friday, December 21: “Help My Elf” by Dianne Williams
Friday, December 28: “Christmas All My Life” by Sara Lundberg


Matter of Time

Jacob rummaged in between the couch cushions so loudly that Jennifer finally paused the TV and harrumphed.

“What are you even doing, Jake?”

“My pretzel fell down in there.”

“So? Get another one.”

“I don’t want another one. I want that one.” He rummaged some more. “I don’t get it. It should be right here.”

Jen sighed, stood up, and pulled the couch cushion off the couch.

The twins stood staring at the under-the-couch-cushion for a moment before exchanging a glance.

“Is that…?” Jen started.

“Hey look! It’s the remote Mom said I lost! It was right here the whole time!” Jake grabbed the remote and held it aloft in triumph, apparently forgetting the lost pretzel.

“It can’t be. We tore the couch apart looking for that thing.” Jen crossed her arms. “We didn’t get to watch TV for a week until the new remote came. There’s no way it was here the whole time.”

Jake shrugged, tossed the remote on the coffee table, then settled back down with his bowl of pretzels.

But Jen couldn’t settle. They’d lost that remote years ago. Two? Three? It was weird. How had it suddenly reappeared?

She picked up the found remote and put it in a drawer in her room. (more…)


On days where a field trip is required I always find a new dress in my closet.

Treasure will be found if you only get off your couch and dig for it beneath the cushions. 5 17 18 24 93

It was an oddly specific fortune cookie. But when one of the kids in my classroom gets an oddly specific fortune with their chow mein, it can only mean that it’s field trip day. The dress covered in springs and couch pillows makes sense now.

“Come on, kids! Everyone aboard the bus!”

No one ever asked about the bus. Not the school board. Not the administration. Not the other bus drivers.

“Not another field trip.”
“I thought we were going to learn long division this week.”
“Not again, Mrs. Frizzle,” the children whined.

“Hup to, hup to. Learning requires sacrifices from time to time,” I said, clapping my hands together.

The kids dutifully filed out to the bus and took their seats. The bus winked a headlight on me as I boarded behind them. I dropped into the driver’s seat and starting cranking things like I had any idea what I was doing.

The bus knew the way, though. The bus always knew the way. (more…)