Winter Women
by Christy Hallberg
Indian Paintbrush
On their wedding night, she cried. She cried so quietly she felt tears in her bones
Need A Miracle
I was at a stoplight when I noticed the one-armed man. His nose and cheekbones were prominent – sharp; the fleshiness of his cheeks had dried and creased
Lone
Annalise glided through the door, straight to the jukebox. Chose a song with harmonica that brought her back to Georgia. Hide and seek in Grandma Jean’s backyard
Mama’s Bird
Bird's been a-peckin on my window. Mama, she'd told me that when the bird comes a-peckin, it ain't nothin else if it ain't an old spirit come to warn