Southern Lit

SouthernLit

Traffic

The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots,…

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Here on the Edge of Everything

On the plane, the cooling system shot clouds of fog out into the crowded cabin. The old man in front of me, thinking it was…

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The Mending Season

Molly slips her winter coat on and jogs across her front yard to check on her Bradford pear tree. It is just after seven…

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Sometimes You Forget

I wake alone this morning, my husband Gabe already off to work, his note on my nightstand telling me so. Gabe works as a…

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Signs of Departure

Tom threw his stuff in the back of his truck this morning, after the big fight, after we’d talked all night, both of us…

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Christmas Eve at the Hard Times Cafe

As soon as Donna steps foot in the Hard Times Café she isn’t Donna anymore. Here, where she waitresses, they called her Red, because…

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Mama Said She Loved Me But She Lied

“My mama says said loved me but she lied,” Wesley Kidd, near about thirty years old, calls out to anybody that’ll listen. He’s standing…

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What Brings Us Home

When Bobby Romeo was going on nineteen, he left the hills with his tail afire. I never seen a body want to leave home…

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The Middle Child’s Middle Name

The only reason my oldest daughter Reba Fay moved me in with her was because that wet-behind-the-ears doctor at the emergency room said I’d…