fiction by Alina Sivorinovsky
I lied to them. I said, “Of course, if you want, I will speak to your baby only in English.” But they still looked skeptical. Mr. Appelblom turned to Mrs. Appelblom and, when he thought I was not watching, he raised one eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. Mrs. Appelblom shrugged her shoulders. Well, actually, she twitched them. She hiccoughed her neck, that is what she did, and asked, “How old did you say you were, again, dear?”
by Robin Beth Schaer
fiction by Alina Sivorinovsky