The Chasm by Stephanie Clark for the SD Short Story Contest
“His hands shake, trembling on fragments of the cool autumn breeze, but the subtle quiver of his upper lip says it’s nothing to do with the dropping temperatures. Darting eyes, wide with anger and resentment, seek out a place to rest themselves but spy only treason and heartbreak.”
Stephanie Clark has been a freelance writer for over eight years. She finds her passion in the pause one takes when looking for the right word.