Three Fishes

I arrived at the Sunshine Market #2 around seven. The morning was golden, the broken glass glinting, weeds glistening, even the trash scraping across the street had a rhythm to it. Near the back, near the alley, Marvin Jenkins sat hunched on milk crate, working on his breakfast. “Morning, Jesus,” he said between chews, some... Continue Reading →

My grandpa is a robot.

I know it sounds crazy. And I can’t be completely sure. Like, I don’t know if my grandpa has always been a robot or if he was snatched up by an army of them and programmed with computer chips. But trust me, something’s going on with that guy. He and Grandma came to visit last... Continue Reading →

Tiny Bleachers

The football field sits at the bottom of the hill, surrounded by one hundred-year-old trees scarred with the carvings of our predecessors. Peakland Episcopal is the kind of place you see in movies about private schools, where the dean has a fireplace in his office and they still hang paddles hanging proudly on the wall.... Continue Reading →

Fall Out

The week before exams and it was a million degrees outside. And since World Languages sat on the third floor of a school built during the Hoover administration, Spanish II class was roasting. Miserable as it was, the scorching heat had its perks. Like Mr. Bishop suggesting we take a field trip to study in... Continue Reading →

Fourth of July To Go

It started towards the end of the school year, when Mom got really tired. She grew frail, had trouble walking from the car to the store. By summer, her skin was grayish and she stayed in bed with the curtains drawn. Daddy was busy being mayor, although it seemed everyone in town was turning against... Continue Reading →

Hide and Seek

We played hide and seek every night that summer. Soon as it was dusk and the first lighting bug sparked to life, when all the critters started chirring and the front yard became magic, it was time for a game. We had a few rules and even fewer hiding spots. Mainly that you couldn't leave... Continue Reading →

Where the Wild Things Were

I walk towards the exit, beneath the Homecoming decorations. Shoulders crash into me, feet tripping my steps. They call me ugly. Gross. A freak. On good days I’m ignored by the monsters. By teachers, by girls, hopefully by Tate Spiller. In the locker room, I dodge spitballs and wads of toilet paper thrown at my... Continue Reading →

Spring Cleaning

With Makala out of town, I managed an early start on my chore list. I finally got the grass cut, then I dragged all that spring-cleaning clutter out from the shed. And once I was on a roll, I even tackled those boxes of junk that had sat in the attic for years. I was... Continue Reading →

Treasured

I parked at the curb, where the high weeds and crab grass had nearly swallowed whole the FOR RENT sign in the yard. I grabbed the shovel from my trunk and tried my best to act casual. The small house looked mostly the same, the roof was now brown and the beige siding had taken... Continue Reading →

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