The Fist
My mother was leaning against the stove, my father at the table looking through the classifieds. I never saw him buy anything that wasn’t a tool. “My father is welcome in this house, forever! If he wants to come for the weekend, get out of the city and sit in the backyard, he’s coming!” My...
Jimmy Milikan
Mrs. Neese once called him an “ornery cuss” because he always got into trouble. I stayed away from him for the most part, but sometimes he’d draw these Jeeps during silent reading like the kind he said his brother Gary had. I didn’t care much about Jeeps, but I thought his drawings were cool, so...
Drink It
“Coffee?”, Mrs. Coates asked. A peculiar, grown-up question. I said yes, the grown-up thing to do, and she poured the dark liquid into a paper cup marked with squiggly lines and set the cup in front of me. I was in sixth grade. I wrapped my hands around the cup like I’d seen women do...
A Preview of Coming Attractions
I’d hold the strap attached to his ears and mouth, lifting myself onto the leather saddle. One glass eye shone out of the right side of his head; its mouth, once bright-red and smiling, had chipped away to an unpainted put. His nose, too, was bruised, with gashes for nostrils. He had a brown mane...
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