Darling by Erin Lyndal Martin
It was her fourth day off the meds and the second week of his mindfulness phase.
It was her fourth day off the meds and the second week of his mindfulness phase.
Mildred never cared much for them. Says they are too much like men, and you can’t always smell the poison.
I carry the china to the kitchen and find my mother at six sitting under the table. Cross-legged, she picks at a bowl of pickled onions and cheese, sucking her fingers.
His old man teaching him how to fight. Flicking out a left jab, flattening his nose. Danny’s eyes gushing, tears running down his face.
Cindy was halfway through when she called it a night. She shut the book and turned out the kitchen light.