Author: <span>myka</span>


Frannie crouches behind the gray La-Z-Bed, irritated by the cramp in her calf.

Nuclear Summer

Three days of thunderstorms, rainbows, ospreys carrying fish to their young, alligators lounging on logs in the Ocklawaha, hibiscus flowers blooming and dying overnight, the smell of four o’clocks, the hum of bees, the smell of ozone after lightning.