Beth Sherman
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My Life as a Chaise Lounge
by Beth Sherman Lately, Eric and Katie have been fighting. Eric wants to sell me on Facebook Marketplace. Katie says, no way. I’ve been in her family for like, almost a century. You can’t put a price on comfortability. Actually, Eric claims you can. They’d get $4,300. He’s checked the comps. He took pictures of… Continue reading
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Two Flash Fiction Pieces by Beth Sherman
Solstice I hadn’t let my mother near a stove in months. Not since she was forced to move in with me. Dinner was usually anything I could microwave – frozen burritos, mac & cheese, fettucine Alfredo, single-serve pizzas. I’ve never been all that interested in cooking and I didn’t have time for it, between working… Continue reading
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At Laurel Lake
by Beth Sherman I study Leila’s body as she swims to the raft. Her strokes smooth and sure, her tan arms a promise. Her body zigs away from the shore, her legs a fluttery moth. She is 13, her head filled with Taylor Swift songs and some boy she met at the mall. September. The… Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 