I’m honored to have my story “Smoke and Gold” in Squalorly #6:
At the edge, a guard rail—not much of one. She stood there in her tank top and homemade cut-off khaki shorts, crumpled hair blowing in the wind. She clutched her body, arms wrapped around herself. Used to be that was my job. But I kept my distance. She turned and looked at me, forced a smile again, looked back out at the water.
Squalorly is a fantastic journal and I’m thrilled to be included in such a fine issue. Also: They found a killer banner for my piece, a perfect fit. Can’t stop staring at it…