by Sarah Lawrence-Sandkvist Colony (Samsa in Antipode) When you first started to grow, we widened the hills’ openings. We gave you more to carry and celebrated the carrion you wrestled home in ever increasing bounties. Deceased grasshoppers instead of crickets, crusts not crumbs, once a massive unbitten waffle-fry the color of the sun. But when […]
Category: Flash Prose Contest Honorable Mention
by Cate McGowan Inflation The funeral director calls on a Tuesday, a day I associate with minor indignities. Your mother, he says, then stops. Which is what people do with sentences that are going somewhere terrible. They stop before the terrible part, as though a pause could help. Your mother has … deflated, he says. […]
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