David Stern

Dave Stern is a newcomer to the community of writers. He and his wife, an artist, have recently moved to Asheville NC. They have recently retreated to higher ground because of the devastation of hurricane Helene.

One Hand in My Pocket

What now?
Rose.
Rose was the only person I trusted, the only one who was kind to me that day. I went for a long walk and wound up at a quiet park where bushes exploded with red and yellow flowers reaching for the sky. Too late, I noticed three guys closing in behind. The last thing I remember was the smell of their sweat and the red mud caked on their boots.

Issue 90, December 2024

David Stern

Dave Stern is a newcomer to the community of writers. He and his wife, an artist, have recently moved to Asheville NC. They have recently retreated to higher ground because of the devastation of hurricane Helene.

One Hand in My Pocket

What now?
Rose.
Rose was the only person I trusted, the only one who was kind to me that day. I went for a long walk and wound up at a quiet park where bushes exploded with red and yellow flowers reaching for the sky. Too late, I noticed three guys closing in behind. The last thing I remember was the smell of their sweat and the red mud caked on their boots.

Issue 90, December 2024

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