Later that evening, after Maya left, her words lingered like a draft under the door. Arthur looked at the book. He knew the words, the grammar, the syntax. He could read the back of a cereal box or a legal contract with ease. But a story? That felt like work.
One rainy Saturday, Arthur’s niece, Maya, visited. She pulled a worn copy of The Odyssey from the shelf. "Uncle Art, what happens in this one?" she asked, eyes wide with curiosity. aliterate
Aaron Worth Publishes Short Stories in Cemetery Dance and Aliterate Later that evening, after Maya left, her words