Naming Ceremony by Britta Benson

She called this child ‘Dandelion’, after the only thing that would thrive in her dump of a garden. No poppy here, no marigold, not even a daisy. She was done with them and hoped, her youngest daughter would be resilient, like the bright yellow wildfire weed, that spread across the street, ready to conquer the…

And There They Are by M. Taggart

“Now, with that?” “I’ll go with what my sorry wants.” “And again with power of persuasion?” She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone. “It’s what I see when I walk.” “What are we going to do though? Really?” “I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.” The waiter came, heard,…