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.”
The Cure of Madame Zelenska – Editor’s Pick
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.
Rocket’s Jazz
My friend Tal and I used to crash piano stores for fun. Here in Los Angeles, millionaires cruise around in cutoff jean shorts and Priuses. It was never difficult to convince salespeople that a couple schlubs like us needed a showpiece baby grand for the solarium in our imaginary cliffside haunt in Malibu. Once the ruse was set, we’d head straight for the Bösendorfers and Blüthners, feigning indifference to their half-million-dollar price tags, ogling their European curves, and using our fingertips to coax fluidity out of their nascent, delicate actions.
My Mother Tries to Comfort Me Over the Phone; Atonement for Longing; If You Kill Me, Make It Vintage
I want to be that person
the one who gracefully gets out of a pool
and their wet hair looks like an Herbal Essences ad
or a beach photo shoot