Summer had faded into fall and your heart was heavy as you planned to wrap the bees up for winter. That’s what you told me. “It feels so good to get out in the fresh air,” you said, “and listen… Continue Reading
The morning begins with thin, honeyed light streaming through the blinds and landing on the small square table by the window. It’s the kind of light that softens everything it touches, a light that forgives. The type of light people… Continue Reading
The kiss was all wrong. Was it the timing? The form? We’d paired our mouths together numerous times, yet something wasn’t quite right here. My face contorts as I pull away from him. “What?” he asks as he studies my… Continue Reading
It’s the day Annie on Stakeholder Pensions retires after fifty years, having started on her fifteenth birthday. It’s a day that promises creamy cakes and cringy speeches, with Annie no doubt waiting until five-thirty before walking out for the final… Continue Reading
I mean, look at me. Jake Dakota. I’m 57. Broke. Jobless. Divorced. For the second time! Kids won’t speak to me, their minds poisoned by the exes. No health insurance. A shitcan car. Me! Voted most likely to succeed, but… Continue Reading
The preteen boys jiggled and swung on the platform, their bodies bumping against the guardrails. They don’t bother me. The ratatat-tat of the shatterproof glass by my seat window doesn’t bother me. A drunken man stumbles around, like a cripple,… Continue Reading
To so much as look at her, you knew: this girl was born to do one thing down here on God’s green earth and that one thing was to serve. Had that glimmer in her eyes, y’know? She’d go out-the-wire… Continue Reading
Cold off the river. Not winter, not yet. Close enough, though. The field had been chewed up, grass flattened where the trucks turned, green gone dark like a bruise. Frost clung only where nothing had touched it, a neat grid… Continue Reading
It was meant to be an April Fool’s Day prank: put a goose in Carl’s old work truck and watch him deal with the problem. We figured Carl would enter his truck, get bit by an angry goose, and come… Continue Reading
We’d run down the green hill, holding hands. Laughing. Euphoric. The moist grass splashing between our toes. My mom would leave money on the console table under the keys. We’d slip on some shoes, extract the few dollar bills, and… Continue Reading