Tag: Flood
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30 July: A Six Sentence Story
Flood Floodwater licks the porch — it tastes a memory. A child’s red balloon bobs along the wall’s wet breath … a fridge drifts past like a coffin; forks whisper from inside the drawers. A woman wades through the hallway, her nightgown a pale blossom unfurling as she clutches a dripping photo album, its names…
It's Still Life 