A Quiet Root

We comb through hundreds of literary magazines to bring you one stellar poem or flash fiction piece every weekday.

“Winter Simulator” by Melissa Tuckman

I’ve seen my breath once before. I was on a porch, I’m not sure where—it’s one of those childhood memories that’s hard to place. The atmosphere wasn’t yet toxic. It was night. I think my dad had woken me up, to witness “condensation.”

Read it in Litro

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