Trees are your friends. They won’t let you fall.
I have a new flash fiction piece up at Digging Through the Fat. Or is it a short-short story? It comes in at just under 1,000 words, so it’s flash by some definitions, not by others.
It feels like flash to me, though, so I’m going to go with that. The story is called “What a Girl Knows About Trees,” and it grew out of a writing prompt: list ten things you know about something, and one thing you don’t know.
The story grew beyond the original exercise, as stories (and girls, and trees) do. Thanks to my mom, for giving me the first line of this story; to my writing group, for their inspiration and support; and to Gessy Alvarez, editor of Digging, for publishing it.