This story was shortlisted for the Writers Rebel Flash Fiction Competition. Daddy said, help me bury it. So I stood, rain plicking off my hood, watching him steam with the spade in the hole. Come on then, he said, and I cast in the dirt I’d clawed up, already a wet clod in […]
InfertilitiesJoseph Nicholson
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