The party is just getting started. Our guests are laughing and listening to Pandora, happy at the start of the holiday weekend. Down at the beach, the sun sets into the Gulf, and here, the sky hazes yellow to pink.… Continue Reading
Pull ropes from red and white, twist, stick on wax paper-covered pans. Inhale air that’s hot, sickly sweet, and still smells a bit like horse. “They’re going to love your candy canes this year,” says Mom with her pin-up girl… Continue Reading
Martin slouched on the seat in the train taking him home from classes in the Highly Capable program. His gangling legs had outgrown his jeans. He had taken a worn paperback from his satchel, but it was hard to read,… Continue Reading
She wore a size ten shoe. She could stretch her toes out like a giraffe’s neck without reaching the end of her sneakers, but that was okay as long as none of her classmates had X-ray vision. A size ten… Continue Reading
I guess the main reason why I can’t be a lesbian is because I’m not very logical. (I’m failing math, for one.) I see the butch girls doing things like helping others move with pickup trucks and with sensible shoes,… Continue Reading
Four inches away is the closest I would get to Melanie that summer. Four inches of movie theater armrest between two uncertain elbows. It seemed close enough then. It had started as a lost summer, but I was beginning to… Continue Reading
Jonas hunched deeper in the lawn chair with the rotting webbing and watched the puddle under his lemonade widen until it was the size of his hand. The condensation reminded him of the sweat under his armpits and the wet hair… Continue Reading
Linda walked alone to meet Ronnie at the lot. With each footstep, her nipples rubbed against the shirt her mom had ironed. It hurt and embarrassed her, but made her feel worldly and older than fifteen. Gone were the days… Continue Reading