November 2015

Atoms of Jesus

First time I saw your mama, I knew what she was. She had that thousand-yard stare you see in soldiers and orphans–and us. And the clumsy, she had that, too. She’d stumble on flat ground like she was expecting one more stair. She never got used to walking on human feet.

Accepted 10/7/15; November Story of the Month at  Triptych Tales, and nominated for a 2017 Pushcart Prize by the editors.

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