Fiction 2011 / Volume 41

The Ossuary — Forest Schrader

Back then, we woke up when ever we pleased. No rooster calls. No chorus of cowbells. Misha got up before me to take care of Mama, easing her gaunt frame from her bed to a bare wooden stool near the stove. It was summer, but she still felt cold. He brushed her ash-colored hair that … Continue reading