Joanna is an alien; she tells me in the backseat of the Lincoln.
When Lois calls her mother, her tongue is heavy and tastes bitter, as if she’d been sucking on a handful of pennies.
In the Porta-Potty outside of the Dodds Park soccer fields, Kaikou rested his forehead against the toilet seat.
The boy sits on his parents’ bed. His mother sits on the floor. Outside, a few soapsud clouds drift against the blue.
The first time I had a gun pointed at me I was 14 and I ran home crying, and my brother laughed at me, calling me burra, saying I’d better get used to it. I didn’t know if he meant getting used to seeing guns or getting used to being stupid.
Nothing has prepared them for the Colorado wind, which is no ordinary wind but a sudden, pugilistic wind as violent as any Atlantic gale.
After seeing an episode of Law & Order in which a mother murdered her infant child by forcing it to swallow a kitchen sponge, forty-one-year-old Todd Melkin was even more convinced that he had a tumor in his brain.
Keep in mind, I was still new in town. I didn’t know people yet. I had no community here, no family. At a time when I needed to be seen, she saw me.
Alan held a map open on the streets of Oslo. It was not helpful.
I wrote Marie back. It was a love letter, a farewell card. That was over a year ago now. She responded, in a way, but then there weren’t any more letters.
Things were going well with my girlfriend. Surprising, since we were both near forty and had never been married.
Jack slowed the orange VDOT truck, lurching to a stop in front of the carcass on the side of Route 603.
It’s a small town, so everyone knows. There was a trial and national press, but a couple loud conversations at the bank spread the word just as well.
Have you heard the one about Thunderwoman? She’s my namesake. Creator made her with the heart of Thunderbird.
The cantaloupe a friend gave us sits on the table. My father, who’s visiting from California, says, “It’s like a pumpkin waiting to be carved.”
You make the first move, a vague email saying something to the effect that you’re around and bored, and if he’s free, you might be free, too.