A Quiet Root

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

“Blood” by Phebe Jewell

The dog lifts his head, searching for clues while the grumbling man packs a bag. The dog remembers that bag. It smells of smoke and gunpowder. Blood. When the man holds this bag, he’s bigger, louder. Harder to please.

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