“Cataracts” by Nikki Barnhart
A free dog—my mother knew someone who knew someone. The catch was that she was going blind: cataracts, a new word for me, three syllables click-clacking in my mouth.
Art by Iva Dukic
A free dog—my mother knew someone who knew someone. The catch was that she was going blind: cataracts, a new word for me, three syllables click-clacking in my mouth.
Art by Iva Dukic