By: J. Elizabeth Lawrence Day One The first post-it read: Dearly beloved I have dearly departed. She pushed the bright yellow square against his door and wandered out of the house. The sun was glowing orange on the horizon, announcing the new day. It had been a year and…
By Michael R. Ormand Her hair is black with sparse patches of white, as if she fell into a bag of flour. Her sepia skin is well worn from living the life of a black American. Her body is fat from years of beans and government cheese. She sits…
By Kathy Henry Editor note: This was one of our runner-up stories from January's writing contest submissions. Thank you Kathy, well done! x - TJ Everyone thought she was a stupid, uneducated slut. She didn't finish high school or have a job and her only occupation in life was…