Two by Scott Garson
Old Thus all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty-nine years. The man was tired. There aren’t enough syllables in words for how tired […]
Old Thus all the days of Methuselah were nine hundred sixty-nine years. The man was tired. There aren’t enough syllables in words for how tired […]
The goldfish lived in a small apartment with a single window on the top floor of a brick building. Inside the apartment, nothing was alive […]
They were already among us. Unheard-of numbers swimming into bays and inlets, and some found their way into freshwater lakes and rivers. Tagged ones disappeared […]
I’ve known you since you were born, which was when I was born. I’m your evil twin. Everyone has one. I was a part of […]
We should’ve been looking when the clouds turned floofy, furry and then patchy–black, brown, stripy, orange. “Look Mama, Look Daddy, look at the clouds,” the […]
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