FICTION: The Palm Tree by Stacia Levy

It started back in August—the thing with the palm tree. And how I learned to love my neighbours. Or tolerate them. Sacramento in August is hot, you know? Knee-buckling, stroke-inducing, fry-your-brains hot. Maybe that’s what happened. I was new in town, not used to the heat, and my brains got scrambled. Anyway, it began when … Continue reading FICTION: The Palm Tree by Stacia Levy