Volume 2 Number 1 • Spring 2010
On The Eighth Day of Potato Salad
“Mama,” Harley said, “that stuff's no good after day five. You'll get sick. I'll go to A&P and get you some fresh salad.” So the good mama's boy put on his shirt and shoes, slammed the screen door and headed to the A&P.
She heard the train screeching. A mama feels a child's death in her bones.
But she was hungry, and ate the old salad anyway.
Christopher Woods is a writer, photographer and teacher who lives in Houston and in Chappell Hill, Texas. His work has appeared recently in Litchfield Review, Glasgow Review and Narrative Magazine. He shares a gallery with his wife Linda at MOONBIRD HILL ARTS.