A new story up at The Barcelona Review. Take a look here.
“The first time I met Papa was when he came to live with us in the spring, when things were growing. In an uncharacteristic mood of celebration, Mom planted a row of colorful flowers in the front yard along both sides of the driveway. Daisies and buttercups and even a rose bush. A week later, I was the one who found Papa peeing on the flowers. His ancient penis was gripped between his fingers, his lower lip curled over his upper. He looked like a garden gnome, except that he was out-sized and he had, strangely, a working dick.”
2 thoughts on “Hero of the Nation”
You made my day by this wonderful story. I am looking for more stories of yours . cheers!
Thanks so much! So lovely to hear!