“I couldn’t save him and I couldn’t care for him either. HIV took both options away from me.” Denzel Xavier Scott pieces together a memory that will stay with him forever.
“I do not leave when he locks me out; I beg to be let in. I do not leave when he drives off while I’m still in the car, screaming to be let out…” Microfiction by Claire Polders.
“There is so much copper in it that the grate has turned a beautiful blue and the edges rust,” writes Sarina Bosco in this week’s micro nonfiction