Short Fiction: Church Secrets

When I was nine, I went to my cousin’s wedding. It was at a church. Not an old church, or one with a spire; it wasn’t made from big stones, and it didn’t have a graveyard or stained-glass windows. There were no hard wooden pews or hymn books. It didn’t smell weird. This place was... Continue Reading →

Superfish

I had a fish, I called him Rolly, What his real name was, He never told me.   He sat on my lap, While I sang him songs, Then I’d throw him back in the water, Where he belonged.   He was blue and grey, With a yellow stripe, Kind of like Batman— The Adam... Continue Reading →

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