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Fiction: Caring for Roses

For nearly forty years, the builder-grade split-levels had squatted side by side in a cul-de-sac south of Atlanta. Only skeletal remains of shrubs dotted the perimeter of the house on the right. Extravagant rosebushes adorned the house on the left, where Joan knelt with pruning shears, her cutting making a reassuring sssst-sssst sound as she […]

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Fiction: Sieve

Grandma walks around, covering her ears with her hands. When Grandma’s arms tremble, I know I need to lead her out to the yard, then hide behind her. The first time one of my grandma’s memories escaped, the student-driver version of her sped through the parking lot at Publix in a baby-blue Ford Escort, clipped […]