I came home in the fall. Leaves were raked in small piles beneath the dogwoods. The pool was drained. My father was drinking wine in the deep end. A push broom propped against the steel ladder. He …| Flash Frog
1. My great aunt’s house smells like bathroom cleaner and cooking oil. Her kitchen is white-tiled everything. There are always dishes in the sink. The range hood above her stove is broken; one of t…| Flash Frog
We are liars. Not the acquired kind; it is the congenital kind. Our mothers lied to us in-utero, and the lies seeped through their growing placentas to corrupt our developing brains. This is the on…| Flash Frog