Fiction

Stealing For Good Reason   “You’ll never have a nice bike like this one. Your Mom’s on welfare. I betch’a don’t even know who your Daddy is. You’re garba...

How I Ended Up Here   I found the sleek, black briefcase on the bus. There was no one else on the bus when I boarded. No one got off as I got on. There w...

Speak   On the first day they brought it home from the hospital, the mother said she was going to the kitchen to get some formula and would he, the fathe...

The Nature of Death   It was an early, crisp autumn morning. The strong oak trees were colored brilliant hues of orange, red, and yellow; their leaves li...

Henry and Hannah   Someone is talking too loudly. I turn off my music and look across the aisle, wanting to glare down the source of my irritation. I’m o...

LIGHTS Late Night Imaginings in America’s Midwest   I was startled by the pounding. It had to be two in the morning. And it was damn cold. The bars cast...