Dove My mother peeled out. The back end of her car slid, screeched, righted itself in a furious spit of gravel. What might be, in a different car, an impressive display of wrath, in my mother’s 1992 teal VW Passat, was a carnival act, comic and grotesque, which made it all the more frightening. The […]
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Fiction Issue #79
Artwork by Judith Skillman