The Barbarian Invasions [Flash Fiction]

I loved L'Acajou--it's not there anymore as my mother is not here anymore, as the past is not here anymore, and what was past is past never present, and what we remember is not past but now, contemporary. Shall the twain ever meet. I held her hand until her heart stopped beating, my mother. She … Continue reading The Barbarian Invasions [Flash Fiction]