Flannel: Short Story Part 4 of 4

She began putting her gear into the pack with careful precision. Every ounce counted. Her toothbrush was missing most of the handle, which she sawed off herself. One of many dedicated feats for the commitment ahead. Shannon was setting out for a hike through of the Appalachian trail, starting in Chattahoochee National Forest, located in... Continue Reading →

Flannel: Short Story Part 3 of 4

I knew I had been adopted, this hadn’t been a secret. While my brothers and my sister looked like apples that had fallen from the family tree, I never quite fit in. My parents, that is my adopted parents, have loved me as if I were their own. Though the questions about where I came... Continue Reading →

Remembering The Dead

A song trips up a memory of someone who is no longer here. He was a friend, maybe not a close friend, but someone I would wrap my arms around and give a squeeze to, someone I would ask how they were, with genuine interest. I believe this constitutes as a friend. When someone dies... Continue Reading →

Flannel: Short Story Part 2 of 4

I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone like. She said, “Mary. Your father passed away sometime last night. I found him in his chair this mornin. The lord has taken him home.” Words failed me, as a shrill wave of panic gushed... Continue Reading →

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