It was a sweltering summer day anddripping with sweat Ipopped over to Taylor Street,ordered a lemon ice. Waiting in line, myphone buzzed it’s usual “hi,” opening itwhile taking an icy sip,that’s how Ilearnedthat you’d died. The sharp taste.The sour taste.The aftertasteof lemon ice. by Stefanie LyonsStefanie Lyons received her MFA in Creative Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts….

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