When you said nothing @ Stories for homes anthology


You asked me: Where you from? And I told you but you asked again: No, where are you from-from? I was more puzzle than man at that point, because I don’t always remember that I’m black any more than I remember I have feet. Your parents, what about them? Same place, I said, and then it clicked into place at that point – problem solved. My grandparents are from the Caribbean, I said, and you didn’t have to say anymore, because you’d already said it.


This is not your home.


Read more of the story by buying the anthology online here.

Published by FJ Morris

Author & Director of Oxford Flash Fiction Prize. West Country bumpkin who can't kill anything but characters. Loves to grow big stories and big plants. Always looking for omens and four leaf clovers.

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