<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>short-story on Between Stations</title><link>https://alexoloriz.com/tags/short-story.html</link><description>Recent content in short-story on Between Stations</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2026 03:18:25 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://alexoloriz.com/tags/short-story/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Flying Solo</title><link>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/flying-solo.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2026 03:18:25 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/flying-solo.html</guid><description>There were five minutes left before the start of her first audition. She had been practicing tirelessly, burning through rosin like it was nothing. She ran with her case in hand bumping into the strangers in her path. Celeste made it to the stage sweating and panting. A bit of “Spring” from The Four Seasons. She hated Vivaldi, but she could do this. The audition ended. They thanked her for her time and informed her she would not have a seat in the orchestra.</description></item><item><title>Saffron</title><link>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/saffron.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 03:30:10 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/saffron.html</guid><description>In some way, everyone in the village was connected to the saffron field. Nearly all the able bodied villagers participated in the harvest of the tiny dark orange rods extending from the heart of the flower. The owner of the field was a fortunate and generous man. While most of the villagers could not afford to purchase the very spice they picked, some would manage to end up in their pockets.</description></item><item><title>Looking Out for the Big One</title><link>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/juggernaut.html</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 03:23:42 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://alexoloriz.com/fm/juggernaut.html</guid><description>Darcy was obsessed with a being of epic proportions and nearly limitless power. She was determined to find this immense creature that nobody else could seem to find. Something told her she must keep this pursuit a secret. When the time was right, she had faith that the being would reveal itself.
Darcy was on a trip in the country with her family. There was a smell of hickory in the air.</description></item></channel></rss>