Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
Flash
Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
The Canvas
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
I Made It Right
The steam wand hisses.
Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.