December 2020 A (Day 3)

Burger Run

“Ship’s leaving,” I announce. “Hand me my helmet?” We face each other, eyes narrow, our fingers tangled up. His top hat is eleven inches tall and I’m surprised it doesn’t blow off. “Will you come back?” he shouts over the engines, his beard whipping back and forth. I...

A Helluva Long Time

Cooper, my little straw-coloured pug, was in a funk. I noticed him lying along the back of the couch, staring at the house across the street, a Spanish-style split level with rosebush hedges, for hours. He seemed flat, like the joy had left his body. His tail wasn't...

Obituary of a Woman

Regina SISYPHA, of Borington, New Hampshire, passed away on December 25, 2020, while over-roasting the Christmas ham. She is survived by Jack SISYPHA, her loving husband of 49 years, who perked his head up when he smelled smoke from his La-Z-Boy in the next room; her...

Tearjerker

When I was twenty-two and predisposed to the kind of despair I should have been too young for, I lived above a once-grand movie theater called The Darlington. My rental contract stipulated that as long as I kept it quiet up there, and didn’t light scented candles, I...

Things That Rot from the Inside Out

Your dentist peers into your mouth and sees your soul sprouting out. You’d been putting off visiting for twenty years, since a violent childhood experience. But the root beneath the gaping hole in your lower left molar started to throb even worse than suppressed...

Death at the DMV

You’ll have to excuse Jan. Grandpa’s been haunting Dad again. At Dad’s birthday Grandpa flipped on the air compressor in the garage. Last year he made the lights flicker in the kitchen and the drink coasters disappear. Dad has a lung disease and tells Jan Your...

Visiting Hours

Visiting Hours  Orphan Day is always on Tuesday. It falls that way purposefully, a mayor-designated holiday announced on town posters hung by zealous librarians and the bowling pin setter at Ed’s Bowl-O-Rama. I contemplate eating my own young, hiding them in my gut, a...

The Sea Has No Hair For Us to Hold

(O Mar Não Tem Cabelos Que a Gente Possa Agarrar) Paulinho da Viola When Lucas kite-surfed into the whale’s belly, I knew our supper plans were buggered. I got the lifeguards who got the coast guard who got the navy, who knew a whale attached to a kite was faster than...

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I thought I loved you but on second thought maybe it was just a case of bad gas. That’s what my sister would have said. She would have looked me square in the eye and said, “Sadie, you’re not in love. You’re just sick.” And you know what? She would have been right....

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