Comegys Elementary smells just like my grandma’s old classroom—disinfectant and potato chips—and probably like my father’s classroom in Florida, where I’m not very welcome, not with the stink of the world on me where Christianity used to be.
….so goes the start of my new flash essay “Substitute” in Vast Chasm magazine.
Check it out here if you’d like! And much gratitude to the lovely editors at Vast Chasm who worked with this piece with such care.
Warmly,
Eryn