December 2020 A (Day 1)

In Hell There’ll Be Good Company

I couldn’t hurt you with a hammer. How was I to know. What did you did do? Nothing, I was zoning on that lady’s feet. Which? The barefoot one dancing in the sawdust. I was watching the sawdust clouds thinking about atomic bomb testing survivors compensation liability...

Melanie

It had been a month since any of us had heard from Melanie. Her sister was ill, cancer at 42, but she had been dying all year, and we were sure nothing had changed. We knew she was struggling at work, but then she always was. Melanie disappeared a lot, and so it was...

Maintenance

Jason was up in the hills, back in the bush. He stopped for a smoke before heading back to town. The wind was coming from the East and the sky was rotating toward evening. He leaned against the seat of his quad and lit a Players Light. His stomach growled. He’d...

Sometimes A Door

Last night, the bedroom door slammed shut and locked just as we were desperate for sleep. No one knows how it managed to lock. Wind from the open window? My husband insists the physics are not right for that. But how? Ghosts in the attic? Attic ghosts-- mice, bats,...

I sleep well because of the dreams

  We think the designer doesn’t know a 2x4 isn’t a 2x4. Or a 2x2. We measure and measure, but it’s not us, so it must be the designer. They must be fooled by the simplicity of names. If you don’t know you don’t know and I know that I didn’t know before I knew....

Uncle Tony – Revision

Sometimes we whispered at family gatherings—baby showers, Thanksgivings, baptisms, reunions—or shouted across dinner tables in declaration while we passed the kielbasa. Uncle Tony had faked his own death. He had owed some people some money and so it was said that...

Night Drive

County Route 10 is snaky and dark, and Jay’s driving is bad as usual. The knob of my skull knocks against the headrest. My right foot presses into an imaginary brake pedal. Yellow caution signs mark the edges of the twisting road. The headlights split the night apart,...

Not much of it good

A lot happened before I was born. My childhood was mostly happy, each year dappled with family dinners, Moo-Moo and Pa’s house smelling of cedar and those little peppermint candies, the white bunny cake with jellybean eyes on Easter, Monopoly pieces strewn around mugs...

Dime Shrine

When my grandmother died, she died with the bang of a death rattle. All that gossip and noise she held onto for her eighty-seven years on earth just drizzled out of her like carbonation from a too tightly wound Coca-Cola bottle.  My grandfather died by way of...

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