Summers Before the Fall
It was always summer in the northwest woods of rural Wisconsin. The days were long and sunny, silent but for the bird song from deep in the trees. The milkweed lining the driveway had not yet opened to release its…
It was always summer in the northwest woods of rural Wisconsin. The days were long and sunny, silent but for the bird song from deep in the trees. The milkweed lining the driveway had not yet opened to release its…
(Content warning: contains references to violence, suicide, and self harm) I flinched as the pink plastic cat bank slammed against the floor beside my younger cousin’s head. I closed my eyes as her mother yelled in her face, about what…