In a Lightning Storm, Sheep Run through Barbed Wire By Cheryl Anne Gardner — Flash Fiction Musings for The Literary Minded

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I used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. My own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said I was afraid of desolation. I didn’t know what he meant by that. How can you be afraid of something all around you been there since […]

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