The Cricket by Ron Burch
She woke me up from sleep to tell me that the chirping from the cricket was keeping her awake.
The Fissure by James Coffey
Dad is staring at the back of the house where the wall has been repaired. He is worried that the house is going to fall down.
The Last Recommendation by Tasha Cotter
That morning, she got in the car before him, as usual. On Friday frost had only left its breath on the glass.
Everything, Then Silence by Justin Herrmann
Sipping floats at an A&W in Marion, Indiana with a son I hadn’t seen in a decade, my top incisors were stuck in another man’s foot, I presumed being extracted at the local ER.
Your Daily Bread by Elise Blackwell
The smell of bread told me the new bakery had finally opened, and I followed it and then, much more slowly, the long line of other gluten-tolerant people to the counter.