Stories

“A story is a way to say something that can’t be said any other way, and it takes every word in the story to say what the meaning is.”

Flannery O’Connor

Crying Boys Welcome Here

Crying Boys Welcome Here

The sign on the door reads Crying Boys Welcome Here. Inside, they are arranged in a circle, hunched on squeaky metal chairs, faces blurry like foggy windshields, twelve pairs of cheeks lobster-claw red. They hold paper cups filled with water poured from a decanter on...
Black Demon

Black Demon

Baja believed in Megalodons like she believed in Jesus Christ; after all, one lurked in her pallid, Sapphic waters. She kept her head in the southern waters, a compulsion brought on by fear. The other cities sat, land-locked and said, “My love, you have nothing to...
The Saga of Traveling Pig

The Saga of Traveling Pig

There were four of us girls, three redheads of various hues and me, the oldest. I had decided years ago the business of hair dying took up more time than I cared to devote to vanity and had let the gray take over.  We were gathered in the foyer of the local Baptist...
Excerpt from “RIPPLES” by Evan Williams

Excerpt from “RIPPLES” by Evan Williams

A million dancing sparkles of moonlit water caught Ben’s peripheral vision. The river refused to be ignored. An unrelenting pull of shared history had long ago lodged between his ears. The speedometer climbed to sixty-five miles per hour as he tried to outrun his...
Dotage

Dotage

I’ve been sleeping six years when my daughter brings home Lenny. His pants sag off his hips and he doesn’t look me even in my closed eyes. He edges around the walls when he’s standing, sits on the couch with an arm slung over Mari’s shoulders. Lately Mari’s gone from...

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