Fiction: Two Earthquakes

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By C.E. Alexander

Florence knew we would marry long before I knew. Until the day came she nodded at my homework, prompted others to laugh when I joked and, in time, touched at my stomach through a shirt. Her fingertips did something to my breath. She always breathed like that and only then did I understand why.

We left Carlsbad. I had learned to fear spiders in that part of California, behind my father’s chalet-styled home. I had learned how he argued by shouting without words, by pounding the walls with what sounded like masonry blocks. I suffered my worst nightmares there and was happy to leave. Continue reading