Good Grief

It was September, the beginning of a new school year, and I was having a snack in the teacher’s room when I

End Times

I stare at my therapist’s coffee cup the entire time she talks to me about the importance of communicating.


Sam’s final aching breaths, and the silence between, woke Miri, and she rose from the tangled blankets she slept on beside his

Head On

The construction truck in the opposing lane, exceeding the speed limit, careers into my lane and right at me. I am immobile,


Standing before a group of strangers is the closest thing Angela has to achieving her dreams or making her mark on the

Litter Entries

On the first two days, we did what they called shadow dumps. Several of us were in training. We followed people around

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