First, the story. Then, the grave.
She loved him, she loved him not. She killed him, she didn't. Before we killed her, she spoke or she didn't speak.
Read the rest of the story "Palestine, IL" by Erin Pringle-Toungate in Big Pulp
website of Erin Pringle
writer of fictions,
tender of small fires,
dreamer born out of the Midwest
