“Sorry Sir, I’m Not the Man You’re Looking For” by Stella Meadows
The only word I understand is monsieur. A sling of unintelligible French blindsides me as I walk down the street; and though I have no …
The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
The only word I understand is monsieur. A sling of unintelligible French blindsides me as I walk down the street; and though I have no …
We will not subside, for there can be no epiphany; we march into the sand for the egrets, hunting them with our knives. No other …