Short Story of the Day, Flash Fiction, Alma Mater by Amy Barnes

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.

I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

― jonathan safran foer

Young dancers on the reflecting pool at the Dallas String Quartet concert.

From my old journal, The Daily Epiphany, September 10, 1999:

Summer is supposed to be over. The awful killer heat is gone, but still the sun beats down mercilessly. I had to work outside a lot today, sweating through my flame resistant lab coat.

All I could think about was looking up through high tree branches, the green leaves stopping the hot sun, letting the dappled cool rays through.

It was such a relief to get home, change clothes, and take a relaxing shower.

And today’s flash fiction:

Alma Mater by Amy Barnes

from Indigo Literary Journal

Amy Barnes Twitter

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