Instructions for Leaving a Human Being Outdoors by Blake Pierpoint
Choose a table that does not rock. Test each corner with your palm. She cannot steady herself now; the table must do it for her.
Head Games by Jessica Klimesh
As her mother primps for a night out, Margaret watches, waiting for the moment she knows is coming, the moment when her mother will say, “Time to put my face on!” Like it’s a game.
Keepsake by Ali McLafferty
Every Sunday my father carried my mother’s head to the front porch and set it on the table to enjoy the sunshine.
Springtime In Happyland by S.A. Greene
Winter had been brutal and we didn’t venture outside, but now the cherry trees were blossoming and the air was soft and hopeful, and the heads appearing above garden gates and mailboxes were smiling us along our way to the park.
A mutiny in small parts by Sophie Purchase
My first, great crime took place in my grandmother’s living room; all swirling patterns and light thrown through lace curtains like the scatter of a disco ball, it gave the place a certain drama which suited me; cut.