Stories by
Jamie Rosen

“Show me on the doll where the bad man touched you,” the doctor says. The girl looks puzzled.

“He didn’t. Mommy did.”

Jamie Rosen writes, whether he likes it or not.

When her husband died, she found three words written in his notebook, over and over. Three words he hadn’t said to her in years.

Jamie Rosen writes, even when trying not to.

They never notice that each year fewer of them go home. And they never notice that each year there are more creatures in the woods.

Jamie Rosen writes a lot of stuff. Some of it is @dollarbinblues.