Thrift
Fiction Barnstorm Journal Fiction Barnstorm Journal

Thrift

The last car-filled donation drop at the Goodwill had been only five days earlier. Had Barry been a part of that drop? She couldn’t remember. At that moment, standing in front of the clown, that old friend, that old foe, it felt like a fresh wound, though she could have sworn it had already scabbed over.

Read More