Category: Fiction

https://www.frazzledlit.com/p/the-house-burnt-down-before-we-lit

The stringy air smelled of plum and snapped like gum. Arguments between Dad and Cat sharpened, switchblading even their silences. A pebble lodged in me, I felt the roundness as I did what I was told, mama making sure of it with a bony finger gun poking that part of my back that makes me freeze up. I hate that part though physiologically it doesn’t exist. ‘There’s nothing there,’ Cat said over and over, but Cat doesn’t understand the process of petrification.

https://www.frazzledlit.com/p/what-doesnt-make-you-stronger-kills

‘Why are you here?’ Hank asked because he liked questions she couldn’t answer. He wore a map of mistakes all over his body, from his little toe to the hairline scar by his right eye. ‘I can’t see with it anymore, he said, gesturing. She had to lean in to hear him. He smelled like something empty.