Matthew Brown

I am thirty-five years old. I’m a father, a full-time firefighter and a writer. I’m fortunate to have a lifestyle that is enriching and pursuits that are widely-varied. My love for writing dates back to my first story, written in crayon. Since then, I’ve been a voracious reader and a writer with a penchant for endless revision. Other work of mine has previously earned Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train’s Fiction Open.

Outside Flagstaff

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone, a long nasal sigh, the kind you hear only at the precise moment that someone has had as much of someone else’s shit as they can possibly stand. A woman’s voice spoke: “We buried your Goddamn father six months ago.”
“I know.”
“I’m not gonna bury you.”

Issue 25, May 2019

Matthew Brown

I am thirty-five years old. I’m a father, a full-time firefighter and a writer. I’m fortunate to have a lifestyle that is enriching and pursuits that are widely-varied. My love for writing dates back to my first story, written in crayon. Since then, I’ve been a voracious reader and a writer with a penchant for endless revision. Other work of mine has previously earned Honorable Mention in Glimmer Train’s Fiction Open.

Outside Flagstaff

There was a sigh on the other end of the phone, a long nasal sigh, the kind you hear only at the precise moment that someone has had as much of someone else’s shit as they can possibly stand. A woman’s voice spoke: “We buried your Goddamn father six months ago.”
“I know.”
“I’m not gonna bury you.”

Issue 25, May 2019

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