The Sting and the Tale by Anne Summerfield
That holiday I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and escaped to a place of stoops and eaves where a tiny stump of tree was the only touch of green.
The Hive Vandal by Carolyn Oliver
They executed the hive vandal at noon, just as the crickets had warmed enough to make the long grass sing.
Afterglow by Clio Velentza
Early in the morning, Sis took me to watch the volcano. I slept on her lap in the bus. We got to the heath just as the sun was rising, just as the pillar of smoke began to thin and gleam.
Homebody by Epiphany Ferrell
He loved the house. Its idiosyncrasies. The things that made it difficult.
ZOO by Jeff Landon
We’re a family, but the only thing that binds us now is blood. We are western lowland gorillas, displaced in the Virginia Beach zoo, but no complaints.