I have a super-short fiction piece in the current issue of Noo Journal.
My work-from-home scheme fell on hard times and we had to move to another place, a property I’d bought as an investment, but had never planned on living in. It smelled of dogs and children. Even after we’d been there for many years, we found rawhide bones and pacifiers behind the refrigerator, under the stove, and in the basement.
And by the way, I LOVE the dinosaur pic that goes along with it. Not sure of the why of a dinosaur, but it makes me happy, nonetheless.
