Honorable Mention In the middle of the story, when somebody puts down their foamed-over glass to ask, “Wait, who is this again?” and you blink twice between Oh, you don’t know her, The one that got away, The one who let me go, A wide spot in the road, and a long sigh before continuing, I will wake with ringing ears, listening for my name.
-Published in Banshee, Issue 1.
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