Whenever Kim came over, she asked for milk. She drank glass after glass, the white liquid glugging down her long throat. They only drank powdered milk at her house, Kim explained. My family was poor, but Kim’s dad had been… Continue Reading
9:50 AM Ali Calls won’t work. Somthing bads hpning on the plane. i thnk itsgoin ti crash I love you. ur face isall i c. rest is 4 T. pls correct + write out n letter. U’ll no when to… Continue Reading
When he didn’t get the promotion life became monotonous. He worked in ‘accounts receivable’, in a logistics company, on the top floor of a tall building. He was allowed one personal photo on the pin board at his workstation, so… Continue Reading
It was a shitty little black-and-brown joint squeezed into the leftover space between a sports bar and a gun store. People called it a hole in the wall. It was more like a hole in the ground, one you stumbled… Continue Reading
I could be late for the Ethics Committee meeting on the 12th floor of the hospital. Clearing security with my University ID, I am in front of the arriving elevator with two others. I nod to the new member of… Continue Reading
A late June crescent moon hung in the sky like a sickle as I strolled along North Ogden examining the pointed two-story homes that lined both sides of the street. Each one the same except for color, shrubbery, or an… Continue Reading
Sam and Katie dash into the surf. They are four and six and so full of life it breaks Anna’s heart. She’s walking twenty yards behind them. Her husband, Jim, trudges along beside her. “Don’t go out too far,” Anna… Continue Reading
Petey had been pitching the baseball against the house for the last hour. He kept an eye on the street, watching for his father’s car. It would be too early for him to be getting home, but his father had… Continue Reading
In a virtual space designed to feel like a pickup bar, but I wish we’d seen each other across the ravaged land of the apocalypse. Rubble of the old life slowly decaying under warm light of the indifferent morning sun,… Continue Reading
When I was nine, my dad warned me about the dangers of dreaming. “You know, it’s like if you drink too much water, it shuts down the electrical connections and you just keel on over,” he’d said in his woodchip… Continue Reading