Fiction 2012

Cathedral of Cotton — Liz Gaffney

1. Emmalee crawls into her hideaway. It is made of soft stuff stolen from about the house. A shower rod is the highest beam of her cathedral of blankets and pillows. She took the rod down. All. By. Herself. Lying on her back. Dyed fabrics, stitched together into a quilt, soft and squishy as the … Continue reading