The Fix

The hallway was too narrow for so many people. I had seen most of their faces before, on the streets, under the overpasses, in abandoned houses, or here. I knew none of their names, but I talked to the guy standing next to me as if we were old friends. “I applied for...

Tulip Tree

Adam sat next to his dead brother and his dead mother at the kitchen table, poured himself a cup of tea and sighed. Mom pursed her lips and refused to meet Adam’s eye. Zach had chocolate pastry crumbs all over the table cloth and Mom hummed “The March of the...

Skin Tag

The babysitter in our bed. She is smelling your neck, rubbing your nubby freckles along her snub nose and against her cheek. You call them freckles, but she knows they are skin tags, the extra bits of flesh people acquire with the years. Her dad has them too. Still,...

James Bond lives down the street

I see him crawling out of the house each day at seven. I wake up early to watch him. I then go back to sleep, until I hear her calling me for breakfast.  Expensive suit, black or blue in winter, beige or light brown, linen but perfectly ironed in the summer. I...

Right in the Middle

Right in the middle of trying to keep the schnitzel from burning and the broccoli from becoming a waterlogged mess and while Lucy fed the goldfish and the guinea pig and the rabbit out the back and gave the three-legged dog a couple of Tux biscuits, and right as the...

Fuchsia

The blades of grass ask the fuchsia plant about her heart. Wait. Go back. No one asks the fuchsia plant about her heart and still she thrives in the suburban backyard, fenced in and often overmowed, where the dog plays but knows not to eat her, and in the late autumn...

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