Hello there, fine readers. I normally don’t bother doing introductions to our stories these days. Instead, I prefer to let the stories speak for themselves. But today’s piece is a bit more experimental than what we usually publish, so I felt some introduction was necessary to help you know what the hell is going on.

Today’s short story is about a dementia patient struggling to piece together memories of his favorite childhood place. The first half of the story is a stream-of-consciousness narrative that implements mnemonic devices such as word/phrase repetition, lyrical repetition, and rhythm that mimic the way we try to remember specific things. Reading this aloud (at least the first half) better establishes the poetic feeling I was going for when writing it.

I hope you all enjoy it and would love to know what you think in the comments.

Caleb James K.
DPW Editor-In-Chief

Where The Daffodils Grow

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