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My sister flew, which is why my father hated her and not me. This is all that I can think
about, when the floating feeling wakes me up at night, how not even my mother believed in
her wings. How, when we were young, she flew down our long staircase wearing a witch hat
to tell me something I needed to know about my father, but she only got halfway down.
When she fell to the bottom of our stairs, there was nothing left to say. She laughed, I’m a
silly witch! Held her skinny arms out so I walked inside them, and we floated until we felt
safe. This has something to do with why I sit here staring at life from a distance, sipping liquor
near the dog. An angel doesn’t tell us what to believe. She sits guard near that childhood
staircase; almost here, almost there.
Meg Pokrass is the author of nine collections of flash fiction and two novellas in flash. Her work has been published in three Norton anthologies of flash fiction including the recent Flash Fiction America, as well as The Best Small Fictions 2022 and 2023, Wigleaf Top 50; and hundreds of literary journals. Her new collection, The First Law of Holes: New and Selected Stories, is forthcoming from Dzanc Books in late 2024.
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