Words Thrown Like Rocks

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

It’s understood that if someone is at the center of an explosion, they too will explode. Kitty was an explosion. One that hadn’t detonated yet. Pressure built. She stared at the black dress wanting to set it on fire. A conjured flame fit to light a blunt danced between her thumb and pointer finger. Nonna had set out the dress for Benny’s funeral, so Kitty didn’t have to think about it. It hung from her standing mirror and told her everything was…

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J Dawson

J Dawson

Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)