Ritual

Ritual

    We passed the grave each time we drove to the Mexican restaurant. “Lit up like a goddamn carnival,” my father said, cloudy with gin. Always that rotgut citrus smell, forest waste or watered-down cleaner, blatant as assault. “Hush, you,” mother said,...
Stuck to the Safety

Stuck to the Safety

    Your father is lying on the couch under a quilt with an Apsáalooke print on it. He tells you, I’m sorry I can’t go, this thing is killing me. And you nod your head that folds your high-necked sweater down because it is old and has been worn and washed...
Spartanburg

Spartanburg

  Clara Jayne liked secrets. For example: 1. She liked sliding onto the wet spot after sex with Richard, her husband. 2. She didn’t want to have a child with Richard, or anybody. 3. She didn’t mind he’d gained twenty pounds since the marriage, though he didn’t...
Porcelain

Porcelain

    I once heard in NPR about a guy in Brooklyn who had a rat appear in his toilet. Apparently it climbed up the pipes and when the man walked in, there it was, looking up at him. No. In this story, the guy first lifted the lid of the toilet. I don’t know if...
No Signs

No Signs

    When Judy was taking another sip from the bottle, the car swerved to the right. Marcus grabbed the wheel, steered all the way to the left. Several minutes later, Judy pulled over and left the car. After staring at the valley beneath them, she crawled...
All Our Sins and Griefs to Bare

All Our Sins and Griefs to Bare

  The minister is at the Days of Jesus before the girl arrives. He is in his office, waiting. His sermon is written and placed on the pulpit and he waits for the girl to arrive as he has all summer. She comes in the side door and takes the stairs to the basement...