Sudden Fiction by Sam Barbee
Summer rain rattles the downspouts. I listen to Puccini, perfect music for Sunday morning. From the window I watch grass swell, so eager to turn green. My daughter, fresh from napping, joins…
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Writing by Sam Barbee published in Dual Coast Magazine. 5 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Summer rain rattles the downspouts. I listen to Puccini, perfect music for Sunday morning. From the window I watch grass swell, so eager to turn green. My daughter, fresh from napping, joins…
This is not an Easter morning, yet the flaxen moon guarding my tomb of guilt has rolled back, and hovers above the swale. Noontime shadows constrict to picket fences. Snowbirds consider distant…
After blight, our chestnut forests rotted. Their shadows now emerge, suffering in furniture and mirror frames, within unconsecrated slights of legend. A ring of scientists now cross-breed remaining Chestnuts with a Chinese…
Intoning the grim morning, thunder rumbles in the distance. I cozy to you this deceitful dawn, filling our interim while lightening slings its illumination across these naked bodies as we embrace. I…
Saturday night, we gathered before the black and white television to watch a movie: sometimes a western saga, others a biblical classic. Clad in plaid robe and puppy slippers, clutching a favorite…