Fiction
Daddy Asks if You Want a Pink or Red Swiss Army Knife by Brianna Corley
In the South, you are given your first knife when you still have to climb the cabinet tops to reach the mason jars filled with your mawmaw’s mayhaw jelly.
In the South, you are given your first knife when you still have to climb the cabinet tops to reach the mason jars filled with your mawmaw’s mayhaw jelly.
I carried it so much its weight was a small worry stone in my pocket.
Our kiss solidified me as part of the team, but her gaze stole something from me that wasn’t quite my heart.
When morning comes, you clap your pedipalps in satisfaction and wait for admiration of your latest debut.