“I can do a cartwheel, want to see?” The little girl turned hand over feet across the playground. She cartwheeled three times and landed on her knees, smiling over her shoulder. I wondered who this little girl was and why… Continue Reading
I was at the park and saw so many men with huge holes in their chests, playing their games. So much happened through the holes… Some had poles through them and were carried along, with their feet dangling on the… Continue Reading
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him. “Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine,” I said immediately. That was pi, an… Continue Reading
It was Sunday. Since Brad worked long hours during the week, Sunday was their date night, or to be precise, their date morning. This was the routine: they’d start their day with coffee in bed, reading poetry to one another… Continue Reading
Elena was good at math, but never liked to admit it. Her mother wouldn’t approve. Her mother hated many things, with numbers high on the list. It was a shame, given the beauty of integers. Her mother’s rage reeked of… Continue Reading
I know a stranger has found our hut because it lifts its legs and turns to face away. It’s never liked strangers. And I know what you’re thinking; yes, our hut can walk, but it needs rest, too. Little chicken… Continue Reading
The room is dimly lit. The woman who just impressed you by gulping her Budweiser in one of those craft-brew bars is now asking if you have children. Before this, she’d liked the way you won the game of pool… Continue Reading
Dear readers, authors, and friends, Thank you for being here. Thank you for still being here, or for just joining us, or for coming back after a while. When Jordan and Steven and I started EDF in 2007, none of… Continue Reading
I was a good girl today. Really good. Probably better than any eleven-year-old you’ll ever see. It started in the morning when I got out of bed without my mom even having to wake me up. It’s not hard, I… Continue Reading
It smells funny in here like Gran and Gramp’s basement. My nose tickles, but I hold in my sneeze. I’m as silent as a church mouse, just like Mom told me. We’re playing a game. She told me to run… Continue Reading