by Annaliese | Jun 29, 2013 | Fiction, Fiction, FULL COLLECTION, SELECTED WORKS
I watch Mama lift the stiff shaft of white delphinium into the light. The bulb over the sink is naked. She is naked, too, except for the white scuffs on her small feet. “Mama,” I whisper. She dances across the kitchen floor. Glides actually. “Mama,” I whisper again,...
