Gathering Gold

“She had watched the social worker through the little window as she sat at the desk typing, and wondered what things she was writing about her and her family. The shame had burned her to numbness by the time her grandmother arrived. Mae still wasn’t sure if her mother had been sad because of what she had tried to do or because she had failed to do it. Whatever her mother’s affliction, it felt contagious.”

-Gathering Gold
by Julie Reeser

This monthly journal of fiction has emotional stories from ten authors.

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