The first tumor was smaller than a pencil eraser, sliced from Robert’s shoulder with an argon laser in a procedure so quick that the lingering, acrid smell of his burning…
Ida lies face down on the kitchen floor. She considers calling for help, flushes her mouth with saliva in preparation for the words she might call out, but help will…
They call me in on unofficial business. I know quite well what that means. So from Grosvenor Road, through a drizzle of rain, I take the steps to the underground…
Ronald scratched unreadable words into the wood of the school desk in his basement. His letters hidden within the grooves drawn by years of sloppy storage. He figured his poems…
Mama said the funeral would make closure happen. I asked her what closure is. I thought it meant when they closed Haley’s box to bury her, but Mama said closure…
Heather and Sloane sat with their backs against the side of a gas station mini-mart on the edge of the plains, waiting for the mechanic to bring them the diagnosis.…