Mama sends me to the deli down the corner to buy yeast because she’s making pogácsa, even though I don’t even like pogácsa because it’s too salty and too dry and looks too much like a toad, but Mama bakes it anyway...
Mothers Bake Pogácsas
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Noémi Scheiring-Oláh
Noémi Scheiring-Oláh is an Autistic writer from Hungary. Her stories have appeared in Hayden's Ferry Review, Passages North, SmokeLong Quarterly, Fractured Literary, The Molotov Cocktail, Maudlin House, New Flash Fiction Review, and elsewhere. Her writing has also been included in the Best Small Fictions anthology, was a finalist for the Best of the Net, and has been nominated for Best Microfiction, and The Pushcart Prize anthologies. She’s a fan of stray cats and underdogs. Tweets and Bluesky: @itssonoemi Virtual home: noemiwrites.com
When The Birds Go Quiet
When the birds go quiet, the girls stop walking. The air around them is glassy and pale, like a glass of milk their mother used to pour every morning: half milk, half water. When the birds go quiet, the girls can hear...