Family Recipe

“More garlic.” Dad demanded from across our small kitchen; his arms could’ve spanned the length but he’d agreed to let me help him make the sauce. I’d asked how babies were made. “Gotta’ cover the bottom of the pot.” Peeled cloves in hand I ducked under his elbow, deposited them on the cutting board. He went to work with the knife; we had enough garlic. … Continue reading Family Recipe

More than Anyone can Chew

The door slammed behind us, shut out the shine of the day. “What is this place?” “Nursing. Home.” I said between gasps. “We’re safe here?” I shrugged, but there was no power, lights, for Bobby to see me by. “You think everyone is…” “Probably dead, man,” My breath had returned to normal but heart still pounded, hadn’t gotten the memo, “Everyone here was close before … Continue reading More than Anyone can Chew