Contributions by Heather Minette
Florence Sun
Water rushes from the pail, splashes from the flowerpot, and chills her bare feet. She thinks of the Florence sun, beating hot against her neck. It’s November now. Three months since she left Italy. Three months still living there in her mind. Whispering memories and small stories to herself on…
Her Heart Is Going Home
She’s smiling so hard her eyes are squinting.Because she’s going, because she’s going, because she’s going! She’s on her tippy toes now.
Where is she going? She’s going where the sky is a blue that can only be described as Barcelona blue. She will drink coffee in plazas at wobbly…