Little White Pill by Fabrice Poussin To the Soul by Fabrice Poussin The sign on his arm shrank to lower case when the child was five he played with the scythe unwillingly encountering the blade filling the boot with a reddish gurgle. Walking the road home bravely a scarf to dumb the wound a little boy alongside not sure of his fate time and time again, aspirin his only remedy for the cut, the bump, the break. About the Author: Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices