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In the evening, I take the bedsheet off at the corners because that’s how most sheets and stories are told. I take off the pleated and elastic corners where they are meant to be stretched in the evening like after dinner drinks and the news.
When he first came out of my body, the child who would become our son tried to stretch the parts that were even and whole in the joy of having him for us, the parts you’d grown so used to. My body stretched away from itself the way someone’s eyes grow crow’s feet when they smile in the face over the years.
My son was taught to put the bedsheets back on and make his bed every morning because that’s what happiness is. He was taught that boys are just habits and that habits are meant to be broken.Christopher Bowen
Our latest podcast is a thoughtful trio of flash fiction pieces, full of emotive and powerful descriptions: “My Son Was Taught”, “The Orchid of the House” and “We Haven’t Eaten”, written and read by Christopher Bowen.
Did you like this podcast? Listen to “The Astrology of Numbers”, by Alejandra Cabezas, next.
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