I awaken to the sound of him in the den stubbing his toe on my piano, swearing. He can never sneak around while I sleep. I lie silent, listening to …
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I knew him only as “Sarge.” He answered to that moniker because he was a sergeant in the Thibeault Falls police force, and, I learned much later, a sergeant in …
I remember the first days in Rome-sur-le-lac when we shared a medium-sized barge with two other families on the outskirts of the floating city. Our lone beaten-down door looked out …
Hiruni measured the people on the train by how likely they would be to forgive her. She took inventory: a trio of high schoolers, very loudly discussing their hate of …
The tears hadn’t yet dried, but you had turned up at my front gate with a box of tissues, two sleeping bags, and a digital map to get us out …
I Grandpa is dead. He will soon turn into a pile of bones. I can’t remember when, but my father once said that after a person dies, everything disappears, …
Andrew and I agreed to meet at the GS25 near arrivals. He smiled when he saw me and asked if I needed help wheeling my single piece of luggage: a …
As living parents, more time is all we want, while in death, time is all we have. We spoke to Cynthia a week before the accident took us. She called …
1. (n.) the ancestral home you’ve never seen before In the public square, there is a stage lined with Christmas lights. Tinny music blasts from a loudspeaker, …
Bayani peels up the edge of the cake pan slowly, a thin film of brown crumble clinging to the metal. The pan unsticks itself and she sets it aside on …