Mother knows languages that do not seem to connect. She learned Polish from Great Aunt Anna and Spanish in school and French from her heart. The white birch trees of great Polish poets like Mickiewitz slide from her fingers. Guttural German blows them away. She is so good translating the true meaning of words that global companies love her. What should her daughter start with? She’ll learn French. On the internet you can find free French lessons. Parle vous?
Bette Pesetsky has flash fiction published or forthcoming in Oblong, Chicago Literati, Vignette Review, Litro, Helen: a fiction magazine, Sleet, The Moth, and elsewhere.
A Quiet Courage 