Prose

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Homecoming

We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’

The Robe

Our father is a woodcutter driven to drink, and when he drinks he likes to talk.

Garden

Now that night she said we had to go dancing, but first we had to put on dresses.

Small Animal

Sara herself did not know the people throwing the party, but she went to the house in the woods anyway.

Coven

We chant around the grill in our backyard every Friday the 13th to scare the neighbors who told the Homeowners’ Association our violet paint job was garish.

The Lemon Tree

A farmer was wandering through his orchard at harvest time, when he saw an apple hanging from one of his lemon trees.