There’s a woman sitting on the curb smoking, picking scabs on her arms, she’s underneath the light of a truck stop sign that says BIGGEST, near the gift store full of tiny tractors, the girl handing out pamphlets for THE TRUE GOSPEL, the grubby-fingered boy who wants fries with that, and someone comes out, dodging between super-sized minivans and semis that circle like vultures, he says “You okay, miss?” and someone else walks by and says “Whore,” and the woman on the curb just tongues her cig and looks at the perfect blue sky and asks, “You ever dream?”
Michelle Kulwicki is a musician, a mom, a speculative fiction writer, and a lover of mysterious wild things that go bump in the night. When not writing, she can be found wandering the woods in search of magic. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in several short story anthologies and literary magazines including Fusion Fragment, Ellipsis, and the winnow, among others. Find her at @mk_writes_ on Twitter, or visit her website at michellekulwicki.com.
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