Pretty Wreaths and Palm Trees

Creative, Published, Short Stories

The following was published on Short Fiction Break’s Spring Writing Contest. Read the whole piece here

I sat outside on the curb staring at the tip of my cigarette burning. I watched the tip glow in the reflection of the sewer water before I put it out.

I hadn’t wanted to come home for the holidays; I knew what to expect from my family. But I’d thought, Maybe, just maybe, this time we’d connect.