Fiction 2017 / Spring 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 47

Dust—Wm. Anthony Connolly

He cleaned up in anticipation of her arrival. He made things look right. He dusted the tables, the lamps, the curtains and the shelving. He pulled out books and CDs and cleaned behind them. He sprayed cleanser on the TV screen and wiped it clean. Everywhere he looked, dust. In places, the dust, beggar’s velvet … Continue reading