My Flowers
Three Hours with a Nearly Three-Year-Old Girl
© 2018 James LaFond
JUL/12/18
June 9, 2018, a day of sun and storm, the Sparrows Point waterfront lush from two months of almost daily rain.
Emma will be three soon.
Her head comes up just past my knee and her brass-colored hair is piled high after Mommy brushed it.
Her eyes are big and expressive, her mouth small and pensive and her energy such that it makes this old man feel like mortals speed up every time I crack the lid on my coffin.
Read more at:
fiction anthology one
let the world fend for itself
fate
predation
orphan nation
america the brutal
barbarism versus civilization
when you're food
ranger?
solo boxing
taboo you
the combat space
the gods of boxing
honor among men
beasts of aryas
the greatest lie ever sold
the year the world took the z-pill
triumph
time & cosmos
uncle satan
blue eyed daughter of zeus
broken dance
the lesser angels of our nature
book of nightmares
song of the secret gardener
winter of a fighting life
songs of aryas
cracker-boy
within leviathan’s craw
all-power-fighting
menthol rampage
hate
the fighting edge
your trojan whorse
masculine axis
sorcerer!
night city
z-pill forever
sons of aryas
logic of steel
the greatest boxer
the sunset saga complete
under the god of things
fanatic
thriving in bad places
son of a lesser god
the first boxers
logic of force
on the overton railroad
wife—
dark, distant futures
on combat
into leviathan’s maw
by the wine dark sea
advent america
I liked My Flowers. Emma is lucky to have you in her life. I love the picture of you and dad. Love, mom