Alissa Cho doesn’t write “From: Aunt Alissa and Uncle Stevie” on the Christmas presents anymore. She and Stevie fight too much now and she worries if she writes their names …
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flash fiction
You were the Sawdust Boy. That’s what everybody called you back when there were no electric stoves in the village. Elderly women making bets with their husbands’ cigarette money on …
Memories tease me like a child playing hide and seek in the shadowy corners of my mind. When I look in the mirror, the lines on my face tell me …