"I close my eyes and see the baby in the boneyard. It’s crying and carrying on, a purple frustration blooming as its face twists and its little hands claw at the air. It’s the only sign of life in the middle of a pile of sun-bleached bones. I see it every time I close my eyes for even a second. Makes sleep near impossible." -From Bone Dry
My story Bone Dry is now available in Fragmentation and other stories, a Burrow Press anthology.
The book includes fiction