Jay Bechtol enjoys writing to the point that his daughters have begun questioning his on-going commitment to parenting. He can be found on-line at JayBechtol.com and on Twitter @BechtolJay. He can be found in person in Homer, Alaska.
This ten word story was typed on a Smith Corona Super-Silent, c. 1957. Let’s call this beautiful blue boy, Andrew.
Joy Mahar is an emergent writer living on the outskirts of Detroit. Her work has…
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He told my Ma I was too young to know what a tumor felt like.…
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