Her first harmonica was a cheap Toysmith—plastic under silver paint—that ’er daddy picked up on ’is way home from work without thinkin’ the littlest bit about it. It was a toy, was all. So was…
Posts tagged Fiction
Gene’s Ghosts
Gene passed better than most of the other woodsers here did. He’d learned tricks in Seattle, when he pretended to be a university student in order to spend his days inside the clean, dry, academic…
The Big Day
It began with the Andora. The stylist at the bridal boutique had selected the Fleur, the Reagan, and the Andora gowns to try on, but in the end, it was just the Andora. Maya knew…
Partial People
Edith slowly pulled a faded ear off the rabbit. The toy was so worn from what she imagined to be clutching, and hugging, and tug-of-wars, that she only needed to pluck at the thread before…