“Hey,” Dana says. “I think I just had an epiphany.” We’re sitting on the roof of her apartment building, feet dangling over a ninety-foot fall to the darkened alley below. Across the river, the full moon squats fat and orange,… Continue Reading
Martin comes to think of these months as the summer of cancer. The diagnosis comes in June. Surgery follows on the fourth of July. Recovery. Radiation. Chemo. His strength waxes and wanes with the treatment cycles, but the disease stays… Continue Reading
Just past noon on the fifth of July, under a clear blue sky and a merciless southern sun, Marcus comes out of the woods. His shirt is sodden, his face streaked with sweat. His right eye is swollen shut, a… Continue Reading
“Hey,” Max says. “Got some bad news. We’re shutting down.” I stare at him, slack-jawed. His tongue lolls out, and his tail gives a vigorous wag. “I hate to harsh your day,” he says, “but I thought you might want… Continue Reading
Shari rolls off of me, wipes a drop of sweat from my forehead and says, “Sometimes I feel like I could melt right through you.” I nod, breathe deep and close my eyes. “Really,” she says. “Don’t you feel that… Continue Reading
“Tell me how the world ends,” Ani says. Michael shakes his head. “Some things,” he says, “it’s better not to know.” They sit across from one another, at a table in the back of a dimly-lit bar. His hands are… Continue Reading