K asks me to take her to the laundromat.
Essie tonged the jars into her mother’s old pressure cooker, seated the lid and set the timer. Through the kitchen window above the sink, she eyed the empty side yard.
Here is what I dreamt when I finally got to sleep in the early morning: Someone had taken all the eggs from my fridge and devilled them.
Near the edge of Lake Shikotsu in southwest Hokkaido, Yuudai Takahashi claimed a patch of flat, dry land.
Odessa Ross, widow and owner of the Fulton Hideaway Motel, was one of twelve who survived the grocery store massacre in Montgomery, Kansas, that April, and one of seven who escaped to the parking lot uninjured...
The first ricochets off the pine tree to his left and rebounds from his jeans, rolling to a stop a few feet away.
When I was a freshman in high school, my mom packed up her organic soap-making crap, announced she’d had enough, and moved into an apartment across town.
The beach bars were packed by eight o’clock with men drunk enough to not mind the $3.75 spent, even after we ditched them.
In the center of town was a square, and in the center of the square was a huge green lawn, and in the center of the lawn was a booth.