Fee Fee’s Curse
“You are a troublesome white child who deserves a little fright to show you your place.”
Flash Fiction
I am Digging a Hole and I Cannot Stop Digging
I asked them for the hundredth time why they have to go looking anyway.
Maps
As record-keeping, and as way of making your life a little more organized, and as a kind of diary, and as way of seeing and learning your new town even more.
Afterlife
She slots 50 dollars into the charity jar behind the cash register and silently bids her thanks for the alimony.
When She Was High At Dinner
[I]t was a real joy to watch her eat.
Are Any of Us Even Learning?
Rumor has it that some kid at second-lunch just set a fire in the bathroom.
Narcissus at the Water Dish
The eternity of that day slipped past me, like every other, and I ticked out the moments with the patience that only comes to one long accustomed to waiting.