Fiction 2015 / Issues / Spring 2015 / Volume 45

Myths — Haleema Smith

I didn’t know I had lost him until the rustle of his hooves in the grass tapered from a hum to a buzz to an absence signaled by chirping crickets. My too-big cowboy hat was hung low over my eyes, but it didn’t matter because my hair had grown to the end of my nose. … Continue reading