Fiction

Late Shift

I steal home in the morning to find my younger brother on his knees. Pike’s fingers are jammed into something that looks like an engine. There’s newspaper covering the floor, and he wipes the grease off his hands before eyeballing …

Bigger

Bigger

Technically, the condition was inoperable. The doctors had never seen anything like it and neither had the dressmakers.

The girls lived in the old farmhouse on the top of the hill with their sweet mother Linda. It’s not the kind …

Mud

Out in the Haitian countryside we came upon, I guess, a mud puddle, but it was an enormous Haitian one and there was no getting around it. It was just the two of us, me and Ti-Jacques, and I remember …

School Nurse

School Nurse

I always thought I was sick. I’d turn my head toward the window where the wind chimes swayed and beneath them baskets of crayons, the teapots we couldn’t fill with tea. Just cold water, they’d tell us. There was a …

Believers

Believers

The hole appeared overnight, at least three feet deep, two feet wide, and two feet long. It was as if someone had taken a shovel and dug a grave in the backyard. That’s what it looked like, Marty thought. A …