the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road
voices of strangers passing
blinding sunlight in the post office window
men’s hands, reaching
music at the market.
and running. Read more
they come to me for the stupidest things.
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“Mooooooon!” Earth would call up into the darkness. “Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one.” Read more
he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds / Read more
short story practice, feb 2022 / Read more
once there was a woman who lived alone Read more