I. Scranton is getting bad. There’s so many house fires, Most of them arson. And drugs, and drug busts too. I’m not unhappy here. I love the place. It’s cozy & nothing much to do. The mayor put Scranton in a hole. A couple of stores went out of business. Some come in for a…
online literary journal
Tagged grandmother
Pink Christmas
I catch my grandmother looking at me in the reflection of the overhead mirror. We’ve been driving in the golf cart for fifteen minutes or so, making small talk, remarking on the muggy heat and sublime turquoise waters surrounding us. Not thinking. Attempting to not think. She’s adorned in a dizzying array of pink: pink…
