Zach Leathers
Bio
"My words, they pour, like children to the playground." -Justin Furstenfeld
~~Writer living in Columbus, OH~~
Enjoy creating poems, short stories, and song lyrics.
Stories (3)
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Little legs, big hearts
Six inches is all that separates Cadogan and Carson—pembroke welsh corgis—from the ground beneath them, but when out in nature, they will trundle along any path before them, sometimes with extreme difficulty, but always just as doggedly as pooches three times their size. Felled trunks blocking the way? No problem. Sometimes, their small stature is even an advantage, allowing them to find paths through which their bigger brethren cannot follow.
By Zach Leathers4 years ago in Petlife
Reminiscences
I left a note. Despite a thumping heart and unsteady hands, I resolved to leave that much of myself behind: words on a college ruled page torn from his now-tattered notebook. The notebook was as old as our love, and the receding corners and faded letters of the cover betrayed its age upon first glance. I clutched the just-finished note in my shaky right hand as I stared into the toothpaste-stained glass of the old medicine cabinet. My eyes oscillated between the rusty faucet underneath, the slow single-droplet drip from its head, the cabinet’s chipped corners that we’d resolved to fix over a hundred times, and back to my own aging face staring back at me—three distinct lines now cut across my forehead even when relaxed. My left hand instinctively went up to trace these new permanent residents of my face, my mouth agape, aghast, as I widened and shrunk my eyes, observing the lines becoming deeper and shallower with the movement, but always prominently visible.
By Zach Leathers4 years ago in Fiction
