Dear You
Jaded, no rest, weary, still you come crawling back, hanging round my door. Again, I am stripped down, floating under silk sheets, the full moon glaring like one massive eye outside my window, only this time, I’m left shivering. There is too much silence here. Where are you? Where? I need to know.
And, on this evening, a harrowing Sunday, I finally break, “ I need to quit,” I whisper, as I stumble and drift in the dark, fishing for all the scattered pieces, the parts that might make me whole.
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Angela Carlton is a Georgia native. Her fiction has been published in EWR, Everyday Fiction, Pedestal Magazine, Long Story Short, High Noon, Third Iris, 50-wordstories, and Friday Flash Fiction. In addition, she won the reader’s choice award with Pedestal Magazine in 2006. When she was a child, she wrote a book called, The Magic Fish and tucked it away in a box for safekeeping. Her collection of stories, “A Jigsaw Life,” was released in December 2022.
