Someone Else
Someone picks at her nail polish. Someone keeps checking her phone. Someone complains it’s too hot; someone asks how much…
Late Night Drive Long Time Gone
On the highway at night, every other car is filled with ghosts. (you could be a ghost, too, if you…
Portable Television
That morning Judy brought a television to the bakery, one of those little tube driven units. It must have been…
Another Beatrice
If I could, I would pray, but God has no use for a girl like me. “Non mi tange.” During…
The Trouble with Dating
He left his scent behind. It melted into pillows, sheets, and shirts crumpled onto the floor. It even soaked into…
Varying Degrees of Dead
The Lifeline operator refuses to take my call when she realises I’m already dead. I tell her my name, and…
Late Lunch; Early Dinner
We’re having a late lunch, five women, widows now, who have been meeting once a month for forty years. “Dress-up…
At My Job I Work the Robotic Arms
On the line, I run a double-forklift. It’s a lot like a regular forklift, but the forks both spread out…
Unfinished Equations
I stand at the kitchen window, calculating the parabolic arc a murmuration of birds makes against the ridge of conifers.…
Odds and Ends
It was supposed to be chess club, but instead, it was Gambler’s Anonymous, and that’s what you get in Moline.…
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