A story from Goldie Goldbloom (fiction, ’11) appears in Cold Mountain Review:
Madison stepped out of the smoke, her long hair around her face in the roaring fore wind. The bushfire was still some distance away, but here, ahead of the flames, it was ten degrees hotter than it had been back at her farm. When she shut the truck door, the hot metal raised a line of blisters along her thumb.
“Porky!” she called. Then, quieter, “Dad?” [. . . continue reading here.