Slow Wave — Amanda Miska
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Slow Wave

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Do you love her? Those things are kind of hard to know. For me, anyway. My mom died when I was four and my dad never met anyone else, at least, not anyone that made him want to try again. I never got to watch him love, and so it feels like that part of me is broken. I know how to ride a bike, how to fry an egg sunnyside-up, how to thread a worm on a hook, but I don’t know when someone says I love you if they mean it or if they just want me to lie back in the grass and hike up my skirt.


 

Read the rest at Pea River Journal

When

Fall 2014

Misc.

featured at Longform Fiction; nominated for Pushcart Prize