Haley’s Tree
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house. I’d scamper as quietly as I could in the early evenings that last summer before Dad died. He’d come hom...
Drama
Beating the Heat
I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.
The Gymnast
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
At Night
I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me. I wonder if the wormy sparks an...
From the Window
Elvis had left the building.
Eddie Zovinovich
No one could pronounce my last name growing up. Eddie Zovinovich. How fucking hard is that? Back in the eighth grade, Pete Tomilson and his croonies ruled th...
Pink Tint
So much blood.
Haley Dreams
My dreams always started the same way. I was running, running from a horde. We were in the hospital here in New York. I’d keep yelling for Eddie and he would...
Of Blood and Text Messaging
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up. “Ready, Steve?”
The Interview
Janine let her hair flop forward on the left, decided against it, and threw her hair up in a clip. It was a well earned scar. No one would care— should care—...
Lessons
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
Too Far from Home
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board. After the last pitcher, her vision wasn’t much to be trusted. Come on’, Mel. Three darts and we finish this....