SPECIAL COLLECTIONS by C. Beston
My husband lost the finger in a card game, then his hosts kept it and bequeathed it to your institution.
C. Beston
C. Beston grew up on the edge of the woods in northern Delaware and currently pursues writing and filmmaking in the Pacific Northwest. Her work has been featured by publications like X-R-A-Y, Smokelong Quarterly, and Okay Donkey. More at cbestonwork.com.
MY BROTHER, MY MOTHER, MY FATHER, AND I by C. Beston
My brother asks if, when he is older, he will grow as big as our father. I tell him the best thing to steal from the supermarket is a glass pint of milk. You drink the milk, then return the bottle for two dollars. My mother asks me to stack plates and glasses in our high cabinets. Reach for vinegar at the store. Every year she shrinks. I wonder when she won’t be able to push a shopping cart. If I will set her in the child’s seat and hand her tomatoes and oranges to inspect, one by one, before…