Sliver of Joy
January 29, 2018Flash Fiction by Renee Gionet
I find the board bearing the bright bloom of my blood and push the splinter into place.
I find the board bearing the bright bloom of my blood and push the splinter into place.
The loss and near-loss of three people in my life in a short span of time were too great to put into words.
'Beacons' was more autobiographical than most of the fiction I do.
My thirst for water brought me to him.
What passions rage in my heart, is that what you mean?
Rural southwestern Virginia is not the Deep South, and Appalachia by its very nature is gothic.
She gestured in the direction her friends had headed. 'That’s an expensive car full of black people.'