Tiny Deaths
The dog knew first. She would sleep by the spot for hours on end. After a few days, we would start to smell it, too. A sickly sweet musk. Thick. Unrelenting. My mother quickly learned that air freshener only made it worse. We all lost weight that summer except for my sister, who stopped eating at home the day she got her license. She doesn’t […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 