‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More
Tag: story a day
The Farmer, the Skeleton
The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More
Face to Carve
A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More
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