Stories

A Friend Like Carl

by

Doctor Wilhem was making his rounds when (this is how the story starts but I got the idea—appropriated the idea, sue me—from my friend Carl’s sister’s psychotic episode so, for…

Dying in the Cuts

by

Maggie cuts. By the number of slashes, hash marks, crisscrosses, and scars, she’s practiced in hieroglyphs, a Rosetta Stone to translate her ancient agony into a modern-day understanding. One pill,…

Eye of the Storm

by

Valentino doesn’t have anything on him; he’s insurgent, a lover, and an ex-concert pianist with a handicap. Yes, I despise him, despise the way he could persuade me into his…

Summer Creatures

by

It started with bees in the garden hose. Allison had gone to the back of the house and turned on the faucet, needing to finally water the yellowed grass, wanting…

Ruthie

by

When the ambulance pulls away with her mother tucked inside, Ruthie blinks in sync with its flashing lights. Her eyes widen as her pupils curl up in little balls. She…

Gravitas

by

They tell me later that the gray suit saw me and beelined across the plaza, one arm swinging like a Russian solider, the other weighted down by the cup of…