“Two more,” I say to
the rat-faced teenager behind the concession stand.
I take off my
swimming cap, but I yank too fast and wet hair rips off ...
taking off the sheets where Paul died in his sleep at Oak Grand Living. I toss
the new sheet across the bed like a bait net, and I get ...
Hanna was born and raised southern Baptist, but she
wanted to be a nun. Her first habit consisted of a black cloth that she tied
around her head for a ...
trail carved into the woods at an angle, so that after walking just a few yards
their view of the house with its armor of moss-matted shingles and fieldstone ...
Why did I agree to go to the party?
Chi with his hot hands on the small of my back seduced me. Over my head, I
slipped on a gold ...
you delete this patron record for me” – a library supervisor’s request to Help
Desk sounded simple. The supervisor apparently couldn’t get rid of a redundant
entry herself. This ...
The fair is crowded. The fair is noisy. My
anxiety level is skyrocketing. We wade with linked arms through farm animal
stink, sweaty hicks eating chili dogs at picnic tables, ...
A journalist returns to the graffiti scene of his youth when a mysterious tag appears on a wall opposite his apartment.
I must have flailed my arms convincingly because she seemed happy, though you could never tell with Tina. An angel at a party and on the way home a shit-tongued ...
The city seemed like another world then, bristling with possibilities. Every evening and every weekend was the brink of some discovery.