We lined up to get in Donnie’s Corvette, gray not red, the summer after we graduated, high on weed and the liquor we stole from our parent’s bars and refrigerators. He’d blast out of the high school parking lot where we partied in summer, our friends’ junker cars behind. Prince shrieked and wailed all over […]
Sherri Alms
Sherri Alms writes weird, sweet, and occasionally angry stories, poems, and essays. Her work has appeared in Salvation South, Cleaver, Rattle, Jelly Squid, and other publications. She is a freelance writer who lives with her husband and two cats in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. You can find her at almsink.com and on Instagram and Bluesky @sherriwithab.