Hands Off by Jason Jackson
Ben sits in the back of the car, chewing popcorn so it squeaks against his teeth, and little Janey sits up front, sucking on a peach.
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Something Better: A Triptych by Jason Jackson
I’d always known Karen fancied him. “It’ll be fun,” she said. Sometimes, she liked putting her fingers in my mouth. When she pushed them in, she’d push too far.
On Her Finger by Jason Jackson
You’d been watching him sleep, his head resting on his arms at the table, but now he was unfolding himself like some sun-woken, hibernating creature.
The things taken, the things left behind by Jason Jackson
Some nights, you lie awake and think about those times, about how the things which happened to you back then can become more like stories written by strangers.