Natalie Welch

Stories from Natalie Welch

Monday, December 14th, 2015

Cypress knees climbed out of her, but now she covers them.

Her floodwaters are slow - she doesn't rush in

but swells, as a woman's breasts, milk-heavy.


Friday, January 17th, 2014

While driving to the vet, with Cybil throwing up in the backseat, Ethan nearly caused me to get in a wreck. He wouldn't stop freaking out about our German Shepherd, who was whining in the back, vomiting on the seats, and I almost pulled over onto some idiot cruising in my blind spot. After the other drivers had pounded on their horns, and made rude gestures at me as they passed, Ethan shook his head in frustration.

"Jesus Christ, Megan," Ethan said, twisting around in the passenger's seat so he could cater to Cybil. "Pay attention."

I glared at him, blowing air out of my nostrils in fury. "Maybe if you would shut up for a minute, I could actually concentrate on the road." I executed a sharp turn, and Cybil vomited onto the backseat again.