After
flash fiction by Aimee LaBrie
We miss them, the men. We miss their stomping feet, their honking noses, their hearty exclamations. We miss hearing their voice first in a crowd. We miss the space they take up. We do not know what to do with our arms and legs if we are not tucking them closer to our bodies. We miss their need for attention. We miss thei…
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