A Detroit casino’s sign beams above the garage where two children sleeping in a van are quietly freezing to death. Ann can see the sign, not the warning, from her kitchen three blocks away. She lowers the blinds and goes back to slicing the tender yellow flesh of a pineapple.
Lauren is an Assistant Professor of Mortuary Science. She enjoys writing poetry that leans into short fictional fragments.
This is possibly the best 50 word story I’ve ever read! Powerfully silent…wow!
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Wow. Talk about quietly chilling scene. Love the closing line “…and goes back to slicing the tender yellow flesh of a pineapple.”
“…tender yellow flesh…” Great sensory language.