Abandoned House by Ruth Bavetta It stood on a cliff above the sea, its grey, scarred face staring into the long shimmering lines of surf. My grandmother, who lived alone with her crutches and her thoughts of my long-gone unfaithful... Continue Reading →
Rosalie by Ruth Bavetta Fifty years I worked the sewing machines. Kept on even after I married the salesman with the curly hair and wide smile. I was past marrying age by then and glad enough of him. The vacuum... Continue Reading →
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