Shallowing

“Caro swung the muzzle of the shotgun up and trained the barrel on a dove. From the doorway of the sagging porch, she could see several pairs in trees on both sides of the bayou, but she kept her focus tight. She didn’t pull the trigger. She just sighted down the barrel, leading her target as it lifted into the air . . .”

Read the rest of  my short story “Shallowing,” published by TriQuarterly here.