Unremembered Skies and Snows


Flash Fiction 2018

Your hands have always looked too big to hold those meek potatoes. Fingernails peeling and callouses dirt crusted, you hand me a bag of
freshly plucked reds and yellows, caked in mud that I’ll wash off later in
my Chicago kitchen sink.…

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