I loop a strand of soft, fluffy yarn under itself over and over. My hand is dystonic, but the cushion wrapped around my crochet hook helps me grip it. My wife leans against my chest. She naps as I work. Pregnancy tires her. But I'm awake, baby clothes forming in my hands.
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Assorted Short Stories
General FictionA collection of flash fiction for when you need a little literary pick-me-up in the middle of the day.
