“Dinner will be ready in an hour.” A woman wearing an apron and gesturing with a turkey baster shoos two boys out the front door. “Since your dad is working on one of his experiments, why don’t you two burn… Continue Reading
The frog’s name was Deceit. “Deceit?” I asked Ramona when I got home from work. She gave me that look. Ramona was quite the collector of exotic animals as pets, something not in evidence when we first started going out.… Continue Reading
They put their hands on Mitra’s shoulder and told her everything will be alright. Her grandmother, who she hadn’t seen for some years now, broke down when she saw her, holding both her hands and crying into them. Her friends… Continue Reading
As soon as Miss Kate left detention class for the toilet, Edelle scrambled over to Leah. “Flippidy books,” Edelle said, and flung Leah’s hardbacks from her desk, spreading them on the ground. Jaryd sat cowering in his seat, drawing squiggly… Continue Reading
Dawes looked at his watch. 11:50. He cracked his neck and sighed. The fluorescent lights were on and the store was empty, cavernous as a forgotten museum. Garish signs bearing exclamatory percentiles loomed over the aisles. 45% Off! 75% Off!… Continue Reading
Eric walked through Baltimore’s Inner Harbor in his favorite t-shirt — blue with NAVY stamped on the front in gold block letters. Mid-morning and he was already sweating through the shirt. He wished it were a lighter color, gray or… Continue Reading
I discovered the critique group online and decided to go because I wanted to share my stories with people who understood things like writing and moonlight. I’d been looking forward to it all week, although the prospect of reading my… Continue Reading
Swinging Statues was a game our older cousin Ella taught us. “I’ll show you how to play,” she said, gripping us by both hands and spinning us laughing, teetering, dizzily around and around and then letting us go. On the… Continue Reading
The crack of the baseball bat against Jason’s knees incites power I’ve never felt, but I should have smashed his jaw. He drops to the floor, profanity spewing from his mouth. My grip tightens on the bat. I know what… Continue Reading
The leaf blower started again. Running through her sliding glass door in an open, yellow robe and fuzzy slippers, Eloise bent to scoop up a handful of fountain stones, smooth river rocks polished and wet, shining bits of natural art,… Continue Reading