Posted on 21 June 2018
by J.S. Graustein
Today, the mirror stares at you. It stares at your lips, your red lips, your red red lips, your lips, red. Red like a cranberry. Red like the cardinal that perched on your windowsill yesterday, with the cocked head and clipped wing. He peered…
Category: SolsticeSeriesTags: baking, cardinal, Celia Wiseman, cross genre, flash fiction, folded word, grandmother, longing, memory, pie, Poetry, prose poem, red, solstice, SolsticeSeries, story
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