Minute FourFrank is omnipotent. The city is silent as a mausoleum. Millions shrunken to ashes by the first brutalising impacts, portent of billions more. Explosions tear people up like cartoon characters. Frank rages but the eardrums which might hear are… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

He kept the award in the bathroom on a shelf with an old box of band-aids. It hadn’t always lived there. At some point, he was sure, it must’ve been out in the living room, maybe even the kitchen, he… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

12:00 PM The day of the eclipse, the plumber came to dig up the yard. Apparently, the sewage pipe caught water like an outstretched hand. One day, the pipe would break, and it would be really bad, only it hadn’t… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Take action lickety-split upon noticing his shirt smells of hussy. Follow that snake when he slithers out the door. Instead of the country bar, he heads to the new wine bar — the one you and your friends have been… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Once there was a woman with two legs. It sounds as though she was normal as normal could be, except one of the legs could sing and the other one couldn’t. The knee had a mouth, but no eyes. As… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

We were barely three months into the new year, and everything had changed. Bandit, our near-sighted tabby, had run away. And Dan — my brilliant husband — had broken his leg in five places trying to take down the Christmas… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

If you look closely in the mirror, in the brief eyes formed when windows darken, in moments your self becomes unavoidable; you will see all the heirlooms your mother has gifted you. Some heirlooms call gazes to themselves, like a… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

“It was this wild experiment they did at Stanford University back in the ’80s,” he said. “It was the early ’70s.” Elliot waved his hand, barely pausing. “Sure, sure, the ’70s. Like a real-life Lord of the Flies kind of… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.

Our hospice staff did everything we could for poor old Mr. Calvin. Lots of drugs so he would feel nothing. The finest bedding so we could say he felt comfortable.  Loved ones visited often throughout his brief stay at our… Continue Reading → Continue reading at the publisher's website.