Toasted Cake 126! In which we drink the Dixie cups of steaming cider.
The only thing I ever wanted was to ride on the float in the Apple Harvest parade.
First appeared in Every Day Fiction.
Alisa Alering was hatched in a secret hollow in the Appalachian Mountains, where she ran around barefoot and talked to the trees. She now lives, writes, and complains about the cold in Indiana. Her short fiction has appeared in Flash Fiction Online, Clockwork Phoenix IV, and Writers of the Future Vol. XXIX.