Beckie Dashiell

I've never met a cat on the street I didn't try to pet.

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Short Fiction

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When there is no water left, we’ll leave. Until then, we ration what we pull from the well. Three-quarters of a bucket for drinking (a full one when the day gets above 90 degrees, which is ... [+]

Runner up - Jury Button Fiction Spring 2019