by Kerry McArdle Lee My husband pointed them out. “She came down to the beach on a wheelchair,” he said, “and now the man is carrying her piggyback.” I looked up from my book. How sweet, I thought. They were probably a retired couple, together for most of their lives. They were probably tourists and […]
Read More...Peddler
I’m standing on the porch of another split-level, post-war modern home waiting for an answer. I have a green, plastic, grocery bag full of Girl Scout cookies, and I know what I’m going to hear. I am out of Thin Mints, and that’s all they want.
“Got any Thin Mints?” a man in a ribbed, white, tank tee shirt’s going to ask while he scratches his electrified salt and pepper hair and tugs his shirt down over his hanging belly.
“No,” I’ll have to respond through the screen door he hasn’t opened. “I’m all out. But I have lots of—”
Read More...Oh, Jack
“Tell me your name,” Vicky said.
He was still dazed in the penumbra of their last kiss, and the simple request confounded him. Vicky pulled away, so that the points where her skin had been against his a moment before felt wet as they adjusted to the coolness of the air.
“I told you already,” he finally said.
Read More...Red Mask
The gong sounded as the first sliver of sun appeared. Mia knew what it meant, and she braced herself against the sadness.
Mia had not slept the night before, and she was not only fully dressed, but elaborately dressed, with a red silk gown tied over a black lining. These were the colors of mourning.
Read More...Nominal Majority
I get a job, but my brother visits for supper and my parents don’t care about my news. And he’s not being nice about it. And all my parents keep saying is I have two days.
They want me out of the house by the 30th, but I’m only nineteen. I don’t have a high school diploma. My dad says there’s nothing to talk about. I have to be out and that’s it.
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