Me and Eddie on the Boulevard
waiting to cross. My heart tick, ticking like a stupid clock. Eddie and his dark hair forest, his blue eye…
The Tornado
It was a bright, gray day with no breeze, and she had just finished digging a grave. She’d woken that…
Salve
Bette was stirring her coffee when she saw the postcard, tucked between a large print arthritis monthly and debt consolidation…
Ants
Maggie has clouds for eyes. Also, she barely talks. Other kids have asked her how those clouds got stuck there,…
In Which I Learn Something from Something, At Last
I was the one who took the photograph of the princess with her toes in the mouth of a man…
Operating Instructions for Your Broken Heart
These are the things you may not do: You may not hide in or under your bed without speaking for…
Swan Songs are Just Human Songs with Feathers
It was the off-season and we were left to the rain that mourned the tourists. Paddleboats masquerading as swans. Swans…
Centipede of the Year
To the centipede I tried to kick down my drain but refused to go. I see you there. Being better…
So Much Closer Now
The girl detective has just turned fourteen. She will be kidnapped a week before her fifteenth birthday, ice cream in…
The Meteor
The meteor fell from the sky and landed in the yard of the couple. It charred the grass and flattened…
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