Harold’s eyes jab at the tarps again like a tongue probing a missing tooth. He sighs in disgust at all of it. Two missing teeth. Two. The first two, now two more. It’s the heat that bothers him the most today. After the power went out for the third and final time, that was the… Continue reading The Third Tarp
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The Sixth Sowing Ritual
Ritual Day Whose name shall I put on my slip? Shirley’s eyes skimmed over her fellow tribe members. She didn’t dare write a man’s name. She shivered at the audacity of such an act. It would have to be a woman’s name. Three Weeks Earlier The day was sunny, and everyone in the compound was… Continue reading The Sixth Sowing Ritual
Stella’s New Family
Sometimes, your family finds you. The tide is turning. I never remember if it is in or out. But the ocean noises change when the tide turns. I can’t remember who taught me that. Maybe my grandmother? I was named after my other grandmother, Stella. She had had six boys and never knew how to… Continue reading Stella’s New Family
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