A secular example of a memory and the sort of irony that only a ghost might think is funny
Words By Matthew K. Thibeault, Art By Shane Rodriguez
She remembers light moving fast in spidery fractals across the floral patterns of her sundress—nine or ten years old and her father was however old her being nine or ten made him. The fractals of light danced across space and spheres between leaves and through the shatterproof glass of the Volkswagen onto his cheek, knuckles at…
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Matthew K. Thibeault
Matthew K. Thibeault is a 21-year-old emerging writer of fiction and nonfiction. He studied things vaguely related to creative writing at Algonquin College in Ottawa, Ontario. He sometimes lives in Ottawa, and other times in British Columbia, but occasionally he spends his summers in Dawson City, Yukon. This is his first publication.
Shane Rodriguez
Shane Rodriguez is a native Coloradan who refuses to participate in anything outdoors. He is a graduate of the Rocky Mountain College of Art & Design. Please email any inquiries to shanerodriguezillustration[at]gmail.com
