The Goldilocks Zone by Christopher Allen
Inventory day in the bunker. On Daddy’s Excel sheet, canned tomatoes, peas and peaches are a month past expiry.
Inventory day in the bunker. On Daddy’s Excel sheet, canned tomatoes, peas and peaches are a month past expiry.
She woke me up from sleep to tell me that the chirping from the cricket was keeping her awake.
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.
That morning, she got in the car before him, as usual. On Friday frost had only left its breath on the glass.
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.