It’s the way the toxic air attaches, he explained, through a puff of ringed smoke.

He requested I read my poems at the cemetery and I promised I would. Then with a contemptuous glare, he pushed his cigar down onto the ash tray.

My words spoke of spring and rebirth.

Tricia Sankey has traveled the United States as an Army wife while blogging her poetry and flash fiction at triciasankey.com. She managed to obtain an MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University along the way and enjoys tweeting her micropoetry on Twitter at @triciasankey. Her poetry has been published on sites such as Red Wolf Journal. Her short stories have placed in contests, most notably an Honorable Mention in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future Contest.