Papa truly surprised me, said it all in his native Sicilian. Never once flinched or flushed.

“Egg waits, many sperm swim madly, battle for a single triumph. Ignition. Growth. Our beautiful Stella arrives.”

My papa, a poet. You would think such intimate conversation would have been with ma. Not so.

Deborah lives and writes in northwestern Montana. She is busy creating very short pieces in between assembling scenes for a forthcoming short story.