by Meg Pokrass
Mom joined a gym called “Liberty Body,” whose membership card pictured Mom’s smiling face on the Statue of Liberty’s body. She packed, then unpacked, a suitcase. I asked if I could come, wherever she was headed next, but crow’s feet skated around her eyes. “Your hair’s so tangled,” she said, her comb starting in on my knots from the back. Other moms walked dogs, like she used to when Dad lived here. The dogs looked small and bright, like they knew where they were going.
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Meg Pokrass is the Co-Editor of Best Microfiction. Her new collection of stories, The First Law of Holes: New and Selected is forthcoming from Dzanc Books in late 2024.
