Leap

Leap By Laura McHale Holland My boy and I walk the bridge over the water, gray murk churning slowly by. As a youngster, I longed to dive in, blend with the current. I threw my school pictures in each autumn instead, effigies of me, drowning. My boy dashes ahead and...

Give it some time

Here’s the next episode in my 2012 connected flash fiction experiment. Give It Some Time Laura McHale Holland Carly and Chloe sit on one side of the booth, their two straws in one chocolate soda. Chloe’s dad sits across the table from them. He pokes a...

The ice cream vendor’s song

The Ice Cream Vendor’s Song By Laura McHale Holland The day his father drove away, Danube watched the Jeep sweep the house, yard and block of laughter as it roared out of the parking place, down the street and around the corner. Danube stayed on the porch as...

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