I find one of your old contact lenses in the bath mat. Feel it under my big toe. A tiny ship. A coracle. Netted by some pubes and fibers. Has it really been that long since I shook out the mat? You hated its shag. Said...
Burial at Sea
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Eileen Frankel Tomarchio
Eileen Frankel Tomarchio lives with her family in a small NJ town, where she's been a librarian for 18+ years. Her writing appears or is forthcoming in The Baltimore Review, OSU The Journal, Necessary Fiction, Passages North, The Forge, jmww, Okay Donkey, Hunger Mountain, and elsewhere. Her work is featured in Best Small Fictions 2023. Find her on Bluesky/ X @eileentomarchio and Instagram @gondaline26.