New flash fiction “Henry, Henry” at New South

I’m beyond thrilled to have my micro story at New South about a girl with a pull toward the wild, and frogs and critical habitats and Louisiana swampland:

Rosalie stood still, caught her breath. The sky continued to bruise dark. Henry had told her that frogs were signs of good environments. That they died off fast when the air quality was bad. He’d told her to bring one back in a container for him to experiment on.

I’m so, so grateful to the editors for picking this up.