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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
Category: flash
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Squeeze my eyes closed on a fall day, leaves orange and brown and gold, blinding late afternoon sun, suddenly no leaves and all gray, spindly, barren arms twisting toward the glowing light, tangled undergrowth, smelling the earth’s decay spreading under a fallen tree, everything fallen, walking my way back to you in a dream made…
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“Come to bed?” His voice, rough from sleep and overuse, breaks through the darkness and finds you where you sit, perched on the edge of the bed like a bird poised to take flight. You feel him move, hear the rustle of the bedsheets, and then he’s behind you, right behind you, warm and inviting.…