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Erin Parker

SHORT STORY
Visitation Weekend
by Erin Parker

SHORT STORY<br>Visitation Weekend<br>by Erin Parker

I eye the cereal with distrust.  This is cereal for grown-ups. I am frozen for a moment, overwhelmed with longing for my regular Saturday morning cereal.  Sugar Pops, Honeycomb or Captain Crunch in my regular yellow cereal bowl.  If I were at home, I’d be in front of the TV watching Saturday morning cartoons with the living room drapes closed.  I’d be listening to my mom hum to the radio in the kitchen, the sunlight flooding in through the glass panes in the back door.  It’s suddenly the only place I want to be. 

FLASH FICTION
Gone Like the Moon
by Erin Parker

FLASH FICTION<br>Gone Like the Moon<br>by Erin Parker

“I already heard you say it.  You said you want to go and never, ever come back,” she says with disgust.  “I can’t believe you would do that to mom.”

The look of disdain on her face scares me.  I have made a terrible mistake, and the creeping shame starts spreading.

“No, wait,” I plead.  “I don’t want to go, I want to stay here.”