“What Scattered in the Wind” appears in Little Letters on the Skin, a chapbook/anthology partnership between the Cleave Bay Area Women Writers and the Liminal Center.
“What Scattered in the Wind” is horror flash fiction done in a poetic prose style, and it’s the first story I wrote upon moving to the Bay Area. I love the mood of it, and the angst within it, that of a woman struggling with her biggest regret in life and sentenced to forever re-remember it. The first lines?
Hollow rasps of laughter pestered her to wakefulness. Any noise would have done the same, though she clamped her eyelids together in protest. For years, Ruth had heard nothing but the teakettle’s hiss or the slow scrape of her cane against the camper’s floor panels. The creaking sound of her voice rarely interrupted the silence. Unlike the other wayfarers, Ruth had never developed the habit of talking to herself. She didn’t care to hear what she’d have to say.
Let’s just say Ruth will not be looking forward to what this morning holds. The collection brings together poetry, memoir, and poetic prose from writers who have participated in the Liminal Center, nearly all of whom I know personally and admire. You can purchase it at Lulu or at Amazon for $10.
And here’s an image that might set the mood for the rest of “What Scattered in the Wind”…