precious little fictions in 500 words (or less).
Story from Issue 18 09/25/11

Wendameen

by Whitney Ochoa

We drive along the coast of Maine from eight in the morning till eight that night. My mother has dreamt of a place where a huge rock sticks out on the shore and she imagined herself sitting there and that I would be with her. This is what she says when she calls to ask if I will go. She has never been to Maine….

 





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