Short Stories | Mim Eichmann

Short Stories

"Could these people’ve moved away? Or maybe got caught? Were they no longer usin’ the rag as a sign? The most important thing Mama had always stressed was that we didn’ let no one follow us to or from the river house." 

"Even when the passengers disembarked on the opposite side of the street in the evening no one noticed the tree, cloaked in eerie darkness in the winter months or vibrantly undulating with the rusty reds of a summer sunset.  It was just there."