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 →

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 →

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 →

Pictures of You

The music doesn’t skip to a stop like it does in the movies. Although everyone does turn and gawk. I am, after all, a very gawk-worthy girl. Terrified eyes, covered mouths, close whispers. I hate them all. Vice Principal Moyers straightens, her smile vanishing as she sets her shoulders back. Her face wears the pain... Continue Reading →

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