Water Beneath the Rocks"'That’s my daughter. She ran off. They found her a couple towns away,' Mannie said. 'If you’re gonna stay here for a while, you better wash up. I can’t have you getting blood on the carpet.'"
Short Story
Fiction
Molly Harris
writer, editor, and educator out of st. louis, mo. deputy editor at boulevard. mfa from umsl.
St. Louis, MO, United States
Badge swag
Selected work (10 publications)
Years Later, There Will be a Class-Action Lawsuit Regarding Radiation“The moon-powder covers her clothes, weaves itself in her hair, buries itself under her fingernails. Looking around, her class looks like ghosts. Heavy breathing, tired specters casted in white plaster.”
flash
Flash fiction
Those Good, Bad, Dead People"Gemma thought it looked like an apothecary, something mythical and otherworldly; she wondered if she could read their shapes."
Days like Television"When she looked at the clock again, the time hadn’t changed. She felt faint and claustrophobic in the confines of her booth. Her peripheries bloomed into a variety of neon flashes that took over her vision, slowly but steadily."