The Fortune You Seek Lies in a Different Cookie by Clare MacQueen
Monday evenings, Ella takes the chopsticks to their favorite restaurant, orders her usual sweet and sour chicken.
Monday evenings, Ella takes the chopsticks to their favorite restaurant, orders her usual sweet and sour chicken.
Pastor Himes called me toward the wiggly light of a pool set into a stage, and some invisible person pulled cords that opened curtains.
Tabitha lay on her stomach on the warm concrete, her head poking out the doorway of the yard.
The man we call Dad is missing again. Mum was in the kitchen when she heard the front door shudder closed.
The first thing his mother does when, unannounced, he walks inside her house is put down her phone and look him up and down as if his first semester of college has lasted five years.