From Issue 10: Run Away

Run Away Beth Konkoski Anna hid in a cave of sumac branches, made airy by the August breeze. The hours turned red and fat while she stayed missing.  No one called or searched or knew how she stared alone at the swaggering limbs and pulled sticky, feathered seeds from milkweed pods, brushed at the dust of monarch wings, all pulsing like late summer hearts.   She was less than a half mile from her house. On a nestled bed of damp milkweed innards, she nursed her anger.  The attention she had always known from her parents and the other adults…

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