has been under construction for years so we creep in one summer, just you and me, during that margin of dusk when everything is strange. the pavement has barely cooled and my hair’s still dark-wet …| Flash Frog
we don’t imagine we’ll drown. We feel every fat raindrop on our scalp as we hurry to class, to work, to the market. Our children jump in puddles, soaking the bottom of their pants. We hold the umbr…| Flash Frog
Oh. The leaves were teeth. Imogen stopped walking, the squeak of her sneakers against asphalt suddenly quiet. It must have rained the night before because the squirrel’s face, a rictus of death and…| Flash Frog
