Sara Hills
Baby Goat on the Roof
“You’re dead to me,” Cas says when I dart back inside the house and catch her dancing through the living…
Seed Money
For only seventy-seven dollars, the TV preacher promises God will grant me a miracle. He clasps his hands in prayer,…
Lil Fucker
We bury Lil Fucker facing north in the frozen yard, halfway between the dogwood tree and the rusted tin shed,…
Lessons in Negative Space
1. It’s always night when they wheel us girls in, gowned on gurneys. Underground. They pull their masks up and…
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