Friday, January 16, 2015

"The Bone Orchard" by Randall Brown in SmokeLong Quarterly

Nate picked Joey up, lifted him into the air. He wished he could toss him up through the milky clouds, that Joey could float down into his arms, free of the dark scabs on his lips from the constant picking, the constant wondering, the wishing that milk had lost the power to kill him. Read story here.

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