Tag: Melissa R. Sipin
Melissa R. Sipin: Scorched-EarthNovember 2015
Flash Fiction: I remember their voices. Hushed when the sun beat on our backs, loud when the moon returned, illuminating our darknesses.
I only question my father about these half-truths now, after all these years, because of the nightmares. Because I think about my mother. Because I imagine leaving my husband.