by Henry Relyea | Jul 24, 2025 | Creative Prose, Creative Prose 2025
Dried-Up Stars (Lightning Bugs in My Stomach) “Have you cried yet? I’ve only cried once.” My sister Thea’s speech is precise, like she’s not been wandering her mind across the sky. She’s poised against the brittle trunk of the only tree in the graveyard. She holds the...
