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[hey!] bales

(March 2024)

Lovely CC Readers:

Welcome to the March installment of [hey!] bales, where we round up the month’s posts and link to them all in one convenient spot. If you’d like to be notified whenever we post, just mosey over here, scroll down, and enter your email to subscribe!

And now, without further ado, here are our latest offerings:

His mother had pleaded from her hospital bed and you’ll take good care of Marmalade? All Harold could do was nod and smile. He’d held his mother’s brittle-boned hand and squeezed his assent.

He kept an unfired shotgun shell in his pocket; the gun itself sold in a police auction. His mother refused to take it back. The house, too, was sold, his room untarnished, but she felt something black, insidious, coiling through the hallway; the rooms, even when lit, reflected an aura. She wouldn’t say more. He ran out of questions and gave in to her fears in order to hide his own. He was the kite, she the string, running to find a new wind.

That’s all for now, but stay tuned for April!

~ CC Staff

Lead image: “brown hays on green grass field during daytime” (Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash)