I have a new flash fiction, “Saint Fred Rogers,” up now at Fictionaut. Here’s a chunk from near the end:
This is the day where morning broke wide open, and everything was still.
The day where nothing moved. And then everything. In one huge motion.
This is the day after the day they all said it would be okay.
They promised. With their big eyes, too. I remember. They promised.
That was the day they said whatever they could say to make you put me down.
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