Short Story by Ann Lightcap Bruno
Over the years, my memory has cast that night in moon and crickets and lilacs, dialogue even, although it’s all a lie.
Over the years, my memory has cast that night in moon and crickets and lilacs, dialogue even, although it’s all a lie.
Although other people’s deaths comfort me, I am not rooting for mass extinction.
Like a lot of people who adopt dogs, Clip was in need of rescue himself.
Sometimes I think creativity can only be released when you’re so goddamned bored there’s nothing else to do.
Although his eyes are on the road, he's certain that once in awhile, after mouthing some of the words, she glances over at him and smirks.
I even contemplated leaving a note, something short and sweet like, Seasons change. People don’t. No hard feelings?