Crocodile By Cheryl Anne Gardner

It was you, escaped from the hospital, wounded, leash still around your neck … You were but a girl, muslin lightly rubbing against your knees, and you dreamt of Dostoyevsky while walking barefoot in the wilderness that sultry summer night. I knew you then, unlike I know you now.

© 2011 Cheryl Anne Gardner

Cheryl Anne Gardner prefers writing stories to writing bios because she always seems to forget what point of view she is in. When she isn’t writing, she likes to chase marbles on a glass floor, eat lint, play with sharp objects, and make taxidermy dioramas with dead flies. Her flash fiction has been published at Dustbin, Dark Chaos, Carnage Conservatory, Pure Slush, Negative Suck, Danse Macabre, and at The Molotov Cocktail among others. You can find more of her work at Twisted Knickers Publications. She is also the administrative muscle behind this site. If you want to leave her a message, you will have to leave it with the nurse at the front desk. Visiting hours are over.

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