When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
Month: August 2020
Meeting Vigil
“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil
The Pristine
“I don’t want to get this wrong,” the note I sent to her said. “There is a box for yes and a box for no, but please don’t check. Please fill the box in. I don’t want to get this wrong.” She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I noticed her immediately and… Continue reading The Pristine
