Remembery Day
I woke at dawn on the holiday, so my grandmother put me to work polishing Mama’s army boots.
“Try not to let her see them,” Nana warned me. I already knew.
Read MorePosted by Sarah Pinsker | May 5, 2015 | Short Fiction
I woke at dawn on the holiday, so my grandmother put me to work polishing Mama’s army boots.
“Try not to let her see them,” Nana warned me. I already knew.
Read More