Flash Fiction: Shaky Bones by James Cato
Whatever you call the fairies, they’re invasive insects deliquescing our local trees.
Whatever you call the fairies, they’re invasive insects deliquescing our local trees.
I know Scottie is a little shit
On top of all of this, she shouldn’t have allowed herself to be so delicate.
It’s like watching him vanish into a pool of dark water
We peered at life, at what had been hidden but known.
More than anything, you walk every day until you can’t stop walking because you hope so hard you know that somewhere someone’s walking toward you, for the same reasons you are.
Something big happens in this house and no one will say a thing. We always just continue on, pretending that everything is fine.
Knees and elbows pop up then submerge. She can’t tell whose limbs are whose.
Lately, though, Eve has wanted to go over to the new development, where the trees have been cleared and the earth has been scraped raw into ruts and mounds.
There’s seven billion of us on earth.