The Cul de Sacs by Sarah McEachern The Proctors lived at the center of the east cul-de-sac and Abby lived almost a half mile away, at the center of the west cul-de-sac. Everest Street bisected the two. When Abby got off from babysitting on Thursday nights, she walked...
The Attentions of Dangerous Men by Ace Boggess They walk her in handcuffs from the POD—two squat black correctional officers from the security team, each holding one of her twig-like arms, and the cocky white sergeant following close behind, his face sun-burned,...
Trains by Caleb Tankersley My boyfriend and I found an impossibly cheap apartment with large windows. Cathedral windows, the landlord called them. We both cringed at that, but the light flooding the living room in the morning did have the look of the sacred. The...
How to Exorcise a Ghost by SC Parent After I broke up with Adam, I waited two and a half years to date again. Sometimes when I write about Adam, I call him my boyfriend. Sometimes I call him my Dom. Maybe he was both, maybe neither; maybe most of our relationship, the...
Rob the Bank, Butter the Kitchen by Susann Cokal I’ve been wanting to leave. Get out of town, flee the country, abandon the planet. I’m not the only one; I hear people talking about it everywhere. They don’t like the president or the climate or the new interest rates....
Morning Traffic by Bret Shepard Some caribou settlein place with an earlyhunger. You will hunt what it is like you towant, the slow desire it eats. You can’t hearit first, but you willrun at the wide smell of need. You will see.It is in your nature. Bret Shepard...
