What My Mother Told Me

I wish she’d never told me about the hole in the floorboards where our veins were kept, the rancid ground squalling like a belly of slaughter, the rest of the family limp noodles glued to the walls, wondering why the neighbors never complained about all that noise.

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at https://lenkuntz.blogspot.com.

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1 Response to What My Mother Told Me

  1. Paul Beckman says:

    Beautifully chilling, Len.

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