For Lucy by Paula Friedman
Well yeah, it’s not what you usually find between the snap peas and the new organic bean sprouts. I wasn’t buying veggies by intent, besides;
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.
Almost Baptized & Against the Current by Daryl Scroggins
Pastor Himes called me toward the wiggly light of a pool set into a stage, and some invisible person pulled cords that opened curtains.
The Day of the Horse by Sandra Arnold
Tabitha lay on her stomach on the warm concrete, her head poking out the doorway of the yard.
Garden Shed by Judy Darley
The man we call Dad is missing again. Mum was in the kitchen when she heard the front door shudder closed.