Small stone #19

A faint rain whispers in the sand, and the workers chipping broken concrete from the wall across the street pause, sit in folding chairs, and sip steaming tea from steel thermoses as their head scarves and work shirts grow dark and limp.


I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.

Published by Samuel Snoek-Brown

I write fiction and teach college writing and literature. I'm the author of the story collection There Is No Other Way to Worship Them, the novel Hagridden, and the flash fiction chapbooks Box Cutters and Where There Is Ruin.

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