Jeannie Dawn Coffman
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Short fiction and prose shaped by real lives, memory, and the depths of human consciousness. Stories rooted in observation and lived experience.
Stories (14)
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“The Feeling That Arrived Without a Name”
I tried to ignore it at first. Moments like that don’t usually ask to be acknowledged. They pass quickly, dissolving into the noise of errands and list and half-remembered plans. But this one lingered, quiet and insistent, as if it had arrived with no intention of leaving politely.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffman29 days ago in Humans
"The Lives We Carry Quietly"
I noticed them the way you notice someone without meaning to –when the room is too still and your mind starts counting small things. A waiting room has its own kind of silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of paperwork at the front desk. They sat a few chairs away, hands folded, eyes fixed on nothing in particular, as if they were trying not to take up space. There was a brief awkwardness in their eyes when another stranger entered.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffmanabout a month ago in Writers
