Phillip Sterling is the author of In Which Brief Stories Are Told, a collection of short fiction (Wayne State University Press), Mutual Shores (poetry), and four chapbook length series of poems, the most recent of which is And for All This: Poems from Isle Royale (Ridgeway Press 2015). His story “kidnappingtax.blogspot.gov” won the 2015 Monstrosities of the Midway contest, and his entry “Angels, We Have Heard” won the 3rd Annual Charles Dickens Christmas Fiction Contest sponsored by Michiganders Post. A new book of poetry, titled And Then Snow, is scheduled for release from Main Street Rag Press in spring 2017. Many of his flash fiction pieces can be found online.
It hadn’t been on course for us, but when Rem got excited, I got excited, and then it hit. That was, and has been, the course of events. Rem, of green eyes that calm seizures, has pooled my river. I sensed things but didn’t know urgency like Rem. The best way to explain was together; ever since the night she yelled my name. I’m still not sure how she’d known my name. “You know me,” she’d said.
So I believed her and moved in with her and then the storm came. She bought batteries. I bought beer. She bought candles. I bought saltines. When branches blew through our windows and waves crested the porch, even snakes swam to us for help and we gave it to them in what tupperware we still had; I saw a squirrel give up and swirl under for good, its black eyes gazing up to admire the rush of clouds one last time. We went inside, up to our bedroom, and barricaded the door with piles of unbounded books. We cradled one another and entwined; I lost mixtapes of hours then days, and she made hit records on a juice harp stuck inside of me. But