Out of Reach by Steve Cushman
My father and I stood in the field behind our house, a cigarette between his lips, playing catch.
#masculinity by Rhona Millar
He rubbed weird oil on his hands from a tin after working on one of the many old bangers that cluttered our garage and driveway.
Two Micros by Daryl Scroggins
This was in the days before people would break a window to get a kid out of a hot car.
No Coming Back by Dzvinia Orlowsky
Like a strong wind, Frank took to knocking nests out of trees. They were always empty, and he was damned if he’d let them forewarn the day he’d find himself living alone.
Minnows by Stephen V. Ramey
We used to squat by the tub and scoop minnows from our bathwater by the dozens. Shelly liked to eat them whole, but I was strictly catch and release. She called it a cruel kindness to submit them to such treatment.