Mothering Season

'Your father’s ghost came to me,’ I said – I’m so used to telling her this, word for word. ‘I awoke and there he was. You were conceived in this house, in the living room. Gary is your father. It was a miracle. A simple, wonderful miracle. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but it’s true.’

I’ve a new short story titled ‘Mothering Season’ in The Manchester Review.

You can read it here.