The Chariots, the Horsemen
I ascend during the church picnic. My thighs peel off the plastic bench with a crisp smack, and I’m two feet into the air before I understand what is happening.
Read MorePosted by Stephanie Malia Morris | Jul 10, 2018 | Short Fiction
I ascend during the church picnic. My thighs peel off the plastic bench with a crisp smack, and I’m two feet into the air before I understand what is happening.
Read More