I don’t remember learning to read, only that one moment I couldn’t and the next moment I could and my world changed forever. A shy only child, I was suddenly surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses.
The Cure of Madame Zelenska – Editor’s Pick
Claire smiled. “But how did you know?”
“How did I—give me a break. You’re riding on stories. Prairies and plains, right outside the window, and you’re looking at neck wrinkles? It’s a no-brainer, dear.”
Snow
Outside, small, widely spaced flakes fall. A pair of laughing toddlers upholstered in red ski overalls trot stiffly ahead of a woman pushing a stroller. Martin thinks of his twin brothers. Sadly, he no longer remembers their faces.
Stitches
“Is your concussion making you stupid?” He asked her when, at a party they’d decided to hold, she invited a coworker he particularly disliked. “It must be, because if it wasn’t there’s no way you would have thought it was okay to invite him to my place.” Josiah had her cornered in the kitchen, gesturing the neck of his beer at her.
Thirteen; Red; Anonymous
I knew he was the wolf, of course – meek as a retriever
on his bony back, frilled nightcap taut between the peaks
of his ears, drooling at the yeasty smell of my basket. Those
are some big teeth. Thing is, I’d walked into trouble’s mouth
before.