This piece hits home for me at so many moments. It started as a breathless paragraph but during revision developed into something much deeper.
Stella – an excerpt:
“I see you nine-year-old girl dancing with your sisters all in a line, Madonna’s True Blue spiraling up from the radio and you all wrapped in billowing sapphire cloth like Greek goddesses washed by the Mediterranean. You cannot yet envision your future, but feel already the slick heat of wanting, the cold wet of denial. Be patient is what I would have told you then. But now I know this is a feeling we all learn to live with.”
One of my favorite flash fiction pieces and I was delighted for it to publish with Emerge Lit Journal. Read the full piece here: Stella.