Tag Archives: Danica Green

Lunchtime

I watched the eggs shift across the table and asked mama if we had a ghost in the house. I’ll never forget the look she gave me, the pure black terror in her eyes as the teacups started to rattle … Continue reading

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Gifts

“Stacy, Stacy, look what I got!” My hands were splayed out and a grin cracked my salt-chapped lips into bleeding. I held the dead crab out to her as a gift, rambled about how I’d had to go to a … Continue reading

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