The child toddles off alone down the cobbled twilight lane while his sister starts to moan at the blackening window pane. Mother’d said, “You must stay here while I find bread and wood.” The children shivered there in fear until he got too hungry to be good. Mike L. Nichols is a graduate of Idaho State University and a recipient of the Ford Swetnam Poetry Prize. He lives and writes in Eastern Idaho. Look for his poetry in Rogue Agent, Tattoo Highway, Ink&Nebula, Plainsongs Magazine, and elsewhere. Find more at deadgirldancing.net
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