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Beyond the Mountain

On January 24, 2019 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short Stories1 Comment

As the fog rolled over the mossy green hills, the indigo hue of the sun rising over the fields warmed my face with the flush of an involuntary smile. I sat wrapped in my wool quilt in my grandfather’s rocking chair on the front porch. The wind was blowing with a soft roar that morning; …

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To the Left

On January 23, 2019 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short StoriesLeave a comment

The sand is cool between your toes as the grimy bits grind into the soft parts between the big and the index and the roughness of the bottom of your feet feel far insufficient compared to the grit beneath you, while the tops remain lit by the full moon that towers off your right shoulder …

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The Itty Bitty Lifeboat

On September 26, 2018September 26, 2018 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short StoriesLeave a comment

The itty-bitty lifeboat set out from its mothership on March the 4th. Unannounced to its passengers, the ship had begun sinking 21 days prior due to a hole in the main hull, which was unfortunately situated directly in the lettering of its name. Few passerby had attempted to radio into the ship to alert her …

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On Spiders, Shelties, and Petrichor

On September 7, 2018September 7, 2018 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short StoriesLeave a comment

I tie the final knot on my left New Balance and shuffle out the back door, greeted by dripping humidity. It’s one of those classic Georgia August days when the air is so thick you are certain it will rip open any minute and leave you drenched in putrid, hot rainwater. That’s not quite its …

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Rogue Deserter

On July 23, 2018July 23, 2018 By B.L. AbernathyIn Poems, Short StoriesLeave a comment

Thereupon a midnight shore came riding a man in silver mail. From where he had come, none could say, But all the camp looked to bay.   There the rider failed to speak a welcome, but shimmered like a sunlit sail. For what was his purpose, few could wonder, But all the gossip rose in …

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To the Left

On April 10, 2018December 19, 2018 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short StoriesLeave a comment

The sand is cool between your toes as the grimy bits grind into the soft parts between the big and the index and the roughness of the bottom of your feet feel far insufficient compared to the grit beneath you, while the tops remain lit by the full moon that towers off your right shoulder …

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Beyond the Mountain

On March 17, 2018March 19, 2018 By B.L. AbernathyIn Short StoriesLeave a comment

As the fog rolled over the mossy green hills, the indigo hue of the sun rising over the fields warmed my face with the flush of an involuntary smile. I sat wrapped in my wool quilt in my grandfather’s rocking chair on the front porch. The wind was blowing with a soft roar that morning; …

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