Deformed

“Milas did not fully believe in God, but his grandmother had been born with a veil, a wet, milky membrane strung between her and her first breath like a thin sheet of the afterlife hooded over her face. The women of the neighborhood, keeping their fingers on their crosses and their voices slung low, said it gave her the gift .  . .”

For more information on how to read the rest of “Deformed,” which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize, go to Pembroke Magazine or order issue No. 47 directly from Submittable.