pomegranates' published ficlets

  • harold patch

    “here i am”, he thought. unable to speak, unable to move. “but she couldn’t have…” he started to think of earlier; how he k…

  • geneva begins

    geneva woke up to a gray, spring morning. she slipped on her white, diaphanous gown and pulled on her poppy colored tights. w…

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