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
My dad keeps falling off of his roof. He’s a white-collared warehouse office man now, but most of his life he spent doing blue collar work and blue collar work allows for meals thick in meat and lined in fat,… Continue Reading
“Mommy’s not gonna leave him, is she?” “No,” I said. Lina frowned, shifting the perfect geometry of her face. Mark wasn’t even our stepfather. One word described what he was. He was acrid. Lina’s sharp. You don’t notice at first; she… Continue Reading