I have 34 stories published in
3 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 38361 times and 27 of my stories have been cherry picked.
Sandra’s the first adult I’ve spoken to in weeks. Her cardigan’s buttoned up wrong and she’s wearing half her lunch down her top and the other half stuck between her teeth.
In the beginning, there was no Father. Enid is sure of this. None of her first fuzzy memories have Father in them. There was Mother, but she was not the same.
Father bangs down his fists on the table in front of him, and Enid gasps. People turn to look at her, and she is sure they can see her thoughts, which are not the right ones.