We Begin at the End

by Chris Whitaker

His left leg, just gone from under him.

I’ve had both legs go out as if the puppeteer cut their strings. But the cause is hemiplegic migraines.

star bled from the sky. She did not make a wish. Wishing on stars was for children, and Duchess knew she was no longer one of those. She wondered if she ever had been.

Nope. The children of drunks don't get childhoods.