We didn’t run. We didn’t yell. Running is for chaos; yelling is for weakness. We simply walked. The back door of the VFW…
The mall security finally rushed over, their faces pale and sweaty. They looked at Ethan, clutching his wrist, then at me, an unassuming…
The house smelled of antiseptic and aging wood, a sterile scent clinging to the memories of a home. Upstairs, the man who had…
The fluorescent lights of the St. Jude’s emergency room waiting area felt like interrogation lamps. Every flicker seemed to mock me, buzzing in…
We were almost ready to start our Saturday, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The fake smiles, the dancing, the intimacy from…
I didn’t hear him. Not at first. I was just staring at the chrome on my handlebars, thinking about the price of gas…
They dressed her in her favorite pale blue dress and placed her in a small white coffin. The doctors, with their somber faces…
The morning after they buried my husband, a soldier, I drove home to find his parents changing the locks on our front door.…
The sunlight had this perfect, hazy quality, the kind you only get in late August in Oregon. It filtered through the big maple…
The knock on the guest room door was so soft I thought I’d imagined it. It had been two days since the Incident.…