His mother loved the melody of leaves flapping in the woods beside Nickajack Lake where she camped on summer nights, so she named him Aspen. He’d grow up tall, she decided. Sturdy. He believed her till age six when he heard his name on boys’ lips shouted across a playground.
Shoshauna loves how flash fiction cuts to the chase, and is grateful to find stories all over the place.
Ouch. As someone who dealt with a last name of “Messing” as a child, I can relate.