BLACK ICE • by Liz Walker
My father has told me my mother’s name. He’s told me she had long black hair, like me, and that she died in an accident. Her car skidded across an ice patch and bit into a telephone pole. He’s even… Continue Reading
Liz Walker
A PIECE OF HER SELF • by Liz Walker
The morning sun paved the hall’s hardwood floor in amber light as Adam shoved his lunch into a leather satchel. He tugged his coat off a hanger, and she gave him a kiss. “Good night,” she said. “Good night?” He… Continue Reading