Finalist | Fiction/Creative Nonfiction
From Water's EdgeMy gaze lingered for a beat, remembering that moment of kissing my wife on the cheek. I saw my happiness in a stranger’s eyes. Then I read these words: “Lesbian.” “Couple.” “Shot.”
From Water's EdgeMy gaze lingered for a beat, remembering that moment of kissing my wife on the cheek. I saw my happiness in a stranger’s eyes. Then I read these words: “Lesbian.” “Couple.” “Shot.”
