New short story in the latest issue of the Tampa Review Online:
The day the tornado hit, Gladys and her partner Emma had lived in the screened-in back porch of the Sumner House on Mulberry Street for three weeks, their bed a camper mattress, their nightstand a moving box marked “museum catalogues” in red ink. Pressing further into the house—a 1905 two-story craftsman with a basement and eight bedrooms and two staircases—wore them to the bone, as Emma would say, so progress had been slow. Emma was eighty-two. Gladys, seventy-nine.
Read the rest here.
Categories: Fiction