That year I wore an ugly Christmas sweater, three dinosaurs as wisemen, all summer to hide the track marks. I could have moved back in with my parents, but then they’d know Tammi had left. I spent days watching birds and holding my breath—scared of knocking them off course.
Chris Dolan works in the automotive industry and is the founding editor of One Fall Review. He is angry about the nitrate levels in Iowa’s drinking water. Reader at Black Fox Literary Magazine and Flash Fiction Magazine. Chris’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Strange Horizons, Maudlin House, and The Disappointed Housewife. Find him on Bluesky @mcdolan.bsky.social or at dolanchris.com.
Like it a lot. Well done
Thank you!
very gritty and human. Thank you for your 50 words.
Thank you, Joanna.
I like how the imagery of movement captures the progression from one season to another, throwing into sharp relief the narrator’s impasse.
Amanda, thank you for reading.
This story’s like a hypodermic needle. I love it.