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It was a crisp sunny day as Dad drove Ali and me to school. We passed the abandoned warehouses, crumbling storefronts, and the gas station with bars on the windows, the peeling beer and cigarette signs on the cinder block walls. We were so hip now that we’d moved back to the city. “That’s where... Continue Reading →

Strong Like Kong

At the beginning of summer vacation, my dad came home from work wearing a gorilla mask. It was a gag, some silly advertising promotion from the office, but I loved it. When I put it on everything changed. I wore the mask around the house at first, getting our Buck, our husky mix all wound... Continue Reading →

Heard

Maybe it was the light speed thoughts inside his head. His brother’s death. The fact that he had a father, out there roaming the earth—could be—laughing, crying, functioning as a human being. Making zero effort to reach him. Maybe it was just boredom that drove Jayden up to the roof. No stars. A cover of... Continue Reading →

Normandy

*This story was first published in The Congress of Rough Writers Flash Fiction Anthology Vol. I   My room was busy today. My son Tate with his kids, his oldest with a kid of her own. Waves of names crashed down on me. Noise and commotion, voices talking over top of each other. I could... 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 →

Haunted

I got detention for walking out of class today. But it wasn’t my fault. It went like this: Mr. Peters was talking about Henry Rathbone, who, if you don’t know was the guy sitting next to President Lincoln in the theater when Lincoln was shot in the head by John Wilkes Booth. Anyway, this Rathbone... Continue Reading →

Mumbled

Dylan's forehead rests against the backseat window. His lips move in pattern--whispers over the thumps of the road--in chorus to whatever he’s blasting through those silly, two-hundred-dollar headphones that make him look like he should be holding glow sticks, taxiing planes at O’hare. He’d begged Jill to buy the goofy things and I’d laughed when... Continue Reading →

Monster’s Day

We were on the side patio. The sun fighting with the passing clouds. I’d just set the burgers on the grill as Lani and Heather sat with the kids, in the thick of negotiations over the usage of the Radio Flyer. I kept glancing back, smiling, at Heather’s kids, with my kids. Still hard to... Continue Reading →

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